O God of My Exodus,

Great was the joy of Israel’s sons, when Egypt died upon the shore, Far greater the joy when the Redeemers foe lay crushed in the dust.

Jesus strides forth as the victor, conqueror of death, hell, and all opposing might; He burst the bands of death, tramples the power of darkness down, and lives forever.

He, my gracious surety, apprehended for payment of my debt, comes forth from the prison house of the grave free, and triumphant over sin, Satan, and death.

Show me herein the proof that His vicarious offering is accepted, that the claims of justice are satisfied, that the devil’s scepter is shivered, that his wrongful throne is leveled.

Give me the assurance that in Christ I died, in Him I rose, in His life I live, in His victory I triumph, in His ascension I shall be glorified.

Adorable Redeemer, You who were lifted up upon a cross, are ascended to highest heaven.

You, who as Man of sorrows were crowned with thorns, are now as Lord of life wreathed with glory.

Once, no shame more deep than Yours, no agony more bitter, no death more cruel.

Now, no exaltation more high, no life more glorious, no advocate more effective.

You are in the triumph car leading captive Your enemies behind You.

What more could be done than You have done!  Your death is my life, Your resurrection  my peace, Your ascension my hope, Your prayers my comfort.