Here was truth foretold: I will come, victory win Glory to Father

Faith, hope, trust we choose Earth’s joy full, awaits her King Time is near at hand

Born, grow, learn and lead His life is perfectly lived Dreaded walk ahead

Bitter cup to drink Heels to pierce, a head to crush As He bled He did

Suffering spring day Two mournful nights, third day new For us chains broken

A promise is kept He is risen as He said Victory is won