The sting, thy sting, O Death, is gone
With God’s promise in the breaking dawn
Both rocks and angels sing
Of the death-defeating king
The bones, my bones, with fire burn
The more of your goodness that I learn
And hear the rocks and angels sing
Of the good and gentle king
The hearts, our hearts, of desire long
To see your face and hear your song
That rocks and angels sing
O great and glorious king
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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