It was evening on Golgotha,
For the second time that day. [1]
They had taken down a Form,
Grave-wrap’d and carried it away
Rome, its mission over,
Clattered off with cadent pride.
It was dark in old Jerusalem.
The Prince of Peace had died.
v 2
It was silent in the chamber
Where eleven men had fled
He had promised so much victory,
Oh, the glor’ous things He’d said.
But they’d heard the thud of hammers,
Seen the life-blood flow.
They thought their senses told them,
All they’d need to know.
v3
Now the Spirit says expressly
That a drifting trend will come.
Oh, the world be too much with us,
Seems to us too much like home
But the Father, He is with us;
Helps us meet our goal
There’s vict’ry for the sinner,
There’s filling, un- fill’d soul.
v4
O, remember saint, Christ loves you,
Always has, and always will.
And the morning soon will open,
Fill’d with joyous, raptured thrill!
All four kingdoms of the world,
Will bow before our King.
Millions, past and present will,
Join voices as we sing.
Chorus
Christ was triumphant over sin. Is now triumphant.
And He’ll always Conquer’r be.
He is triumphant. He is triumphant.
He has brought man victory. [2]
– 9/29/2000
[1] In some ways the hardest line of any poem is the first. This idea came as a new thought – two evenings in one day.
[2] Written in my associate professor office during the week and sung in the night service 10/1/2000. (Pastor Pierpoint thought someone he’d known years ago had written it.)
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