The Resurrection by Luca Giordano via Wikimedia Commons
True Child of God, more ancient than all years,
You entered in our race, to show the face of God;
And break the grip of that subtle error
Held through many an age,
Seducing human hearts.
How gracefully you freed our souls from sin.
On spent bodies, restoring vital breath where it had failed.
You passed, Immortal, to the land of Shades,
Breaking in the secret place of death.
You alone, Immortal one,
Flinging back the veil of night
Rose on high to the Father in heaven
And by your everlasting plan
Purged evil from the face of earth.
You alone stand with the Father,
And you, that Spirit wholly pure,
Who all are One Simplicity
In threefold light.
And thus we stand in wonder
That for our sakes alone
The holder of the power of life
Came even to death.
Flavius Merobaudes, 5th-century Latin poet, probably from Spain
Christ suffered for our sins once for all time.
He never sinned, but he died for sinners to bring you safely home to God.
He suffered physical death, but he was raised to life in the Spirit.
So he went and preached to the spirits in prison
Now Christ has gone to heaven.
He is seated in the place of honor next to God,
and all the angels and authorities and powers accept his authority.