Love’s redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won.
Lo, our sun’s eclipse is o’er!
Lo, he sets in blood no more!

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal!
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids him rise;
Christ has opened paradise.

Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O death, now is your sting?
Dying once, he all doth save;
Where your victory, O grave?

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.

Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to you by both be given:
Love’s redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won.

[C. S. Wesley]

“More Echo”