The Triumphant King

So that’s your king upon yon tree Between two malefactors hung? A sorry sight it seems me Your song of victory won’t be sung! Is he the one who claimed to be The Son of God who in flesh came? His vaunted power I fail to see, Where is the strength of his great name? Be still, you scoffers; come, I pray, Your plans to slay the Son of God, To tomb which you’ve well guarded; His Father now has thwarted! For He has risen from the grave, By death He couldn’t be felled; Confess His Name...