“Hush! while on silvery wing of holiest song
Floats forth the old, dear story of our peace,
His coming, the Desire of Ages long,
To wear our chains and win our glad release.
Our wondering joy, to hear such tidings blest,
Is crowned with ‘Come to Him, and He will give you rest.’
Rest, by His sorrow! Bruised for our sin,
Behold the Lamb of God! His death our life.
Now lift your heads, ye gates! He entereth in,
Christ risen, indeed, and Conqueror in the strife.
Thanks, thanks to Him who won, and Him who gave
Such victory of love, such triumph o’er the grave.”
–from “Threefold Praise,” by Frances Ridley Havergal