Unless Christ comes we all will die
It could be soon – for all draws nigh
And then the living may ask why
When all we see around us cry
Our Jesus wept – His eyes weren't dry
And so let's to His mercy fly
Who's bruised and whipped and cursed He'd die
But conquer death and sin deny
All death – the enemy – defy
He is the Resurrection high
He'll be your every joy supply
But now it is OK to cry
He'll comfort you in the goodbye
All grace and mercy He'll apply
Believe His Word – on Him rely!
That's my King!
On the first day of that joy-pierced week
When everything around looked bleak
From groans and weeping they were weak
To find His corpse they came to seek
And hide with spice death's smelly reek
But oh what they would find unique
The risen Christ in full mystique
His resurrection is the peak
Of all His saving work complete
Of this salvation we must speak
And tell all sinners poor and weak
To turn from sin and future bleak
Where hell-fire burns with no retreat
He quenched these flames with bloodied shriek
And conquered death to end its streak
To save all nations Jew and Greek
From Syria to Mozambique
So come to Him and Treasure seek
Of all true pleasure He's the peak!
That's my King! Do you know Him?!
The Resurrection changes everything
The bitter punch of death does swing
And to our knees in grief will bring
Sin is crushing death's deep sting
But He's the mighty risen King
Who killed all death and took its sting
And He'll forever make you sing
His beauty surpasses everything
His praises will forever ring
Up from the tomb our King did spring
By faith to Him forever cling!
That's my King!
Of this great Christ we must go and tell
So those around won't go to hell
Instead with Christ in glory dwell
Where joys increase, and all is well
To fears of speaking let's dispel
And to our silence say farewell
From the mountains let us yell
"Christ is risen!" does compel
Speak the truth in love propel
And by your actions don't repel
So some must come out of their shell
Our Christ is worthy we must tell
He suffered all the pains of hell
And rose alive to joys swell
Sends missionaries from Cornell
Oh praise His name He does excel
In every beauty we could tell!
That's my King! That's my King!
It could be soon – for all draws nigh
And then the living may ask why
When all we see around us cry
Our Jesus wept – His eyes weren't dry
And so let's to His mercy fly
Who's bruised and whipped and cursed He'd die
But conquer death and sin deny
All death – the enemy – defy
He is the Resurrection high
He'll be your every joy supply
But now it is OK to cry
He'll comfort you in the goodbye
All grace and mercy He'll apply
Believe His Word – on Him rely!
That's my King!
On the first day of that joy-pierced week
When everything around looked bleak
From groans and weeping they were weak
To find His corpse they came to seek
And hide with spice death's smelly reek
But oh what they would find unique
The risen Christ in full mystique
His resurrection is the peak
Of all His saving work complete
Of this salvation we must speak
And tell all sinners poor and weak
To turn from sin and future bleak
Where hell-fire burns with no retreat
He quenched these flames with bloodied shriek
And conquered death to end its streak
To save all nations Jew and Greek
From Syria to Mozambique
So come to Him and Treasure seek
Of all true pleasure He's the peak!
That's my King! Do you know Him?!
The Resurrection changes everything
The bitter punch of death does swing
And to our knees in grief will bring
Sin is crushing death's deep sting
But He's the mighty risen King
Who killed all death and took its sting
And He'll forever make you sing
His beauty surpasses everything
His praises will forever ring
Up from the tomb our King did spring
By faith to Him forever cling!
That's my King!
Of this great Christ we must go and tell
So those around won't go to hell
Instead with Christ in glory dwell
Where joys increase, and all is well
To fears of speaking let's dispel
And to our silence say farewell
From the mountains let us yell
"Christ is risen!" does compel
Speak the truth in love propel
And by your actions don't repel
So some must come out of their shell
Our Christ is worthy we must tell
He suffered all the pains of hell
And rose alive to joys swell
Sends missionaries from Cornell
Oh praise His name He does excel
In every beauty we could tell!
That's my King! That's my King!
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