By Annie Johnson Flint
Some of us stay at the cross,
Some of us wait at the tomb,
Quickened, raised, seated together with Christ,
Yet living still in the gloom.
Some of us bide at the Passover feast,
With ascension all unknown—
The triumphs of grace in the heavenly place,
That our Lord has made our own!
If the Christ who died had stopped at the cross,
His work had been incomplete;
If the Christ who was buried had stayed in the tomb,
He had only known defeat.
But the way of the cross never stops at the cross,
And the way of the tomb leads on
To victorious grace, in the heavenly place
Where the risen Lord has gone.
So let us go on with our Lord
To the fulness of God He has bought,
Unsearchable riches of glory and good,
Exceeding our uttermost thought;
Let us grow up into Christ,
Claiming His life and its powers;
The triumphs of grace in the heavenly place
That our conquering Lord has made ours.