188 Love's redeeming work is done

1. Love's redeeming work is done, fought the fight, the battle won. Death in vain forbids him rise; Christ has opened paradise.

2. Lives again our glorious King; where, O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save, where thy victory, O grave?

3. Soar we now where Christ has led, following our exalted Head; made like him, like him we rise, ours the cross, the grave, the skies.