GOD is gone up with a merry noise Of saints that sing on high, With His own right hand and His holy arm He hath won the victory! Now empty are the courts of death, And crush'd thy sting, despair; And roses bloom in the desert tomb, For Jesus hath been there! And he hath tamed the strength of Hell, And dragg'd him through the sky, And captive behind His chariot wheel, He hath bound captivity. God is gone up with a merry noise Of saints that sing on high; With His own right hand and His holy arm He hath won the victory! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES FIRST by CARL PHILLIPS DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES EPITAPH FOR SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, AT ST. PAUL'S WITHOUT A MONUMENT ... by EDWARD HERBERT HELIADES: ZEUS, BRAZEN THUNDER-HURLER by AESCHYLUS THE RHYME OF SIR LAUNCELOT BOGLE; A LEGEND OF GLASGOW by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |