Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day!

Sons of men and angels say:

Raise your joys and triumphs high:

Sing ye heavens! thou earth reply!

2 Love’s redeeming work is done,

Fought the fight, the battle won:

Lo! our Sun’s eclipse is o’er;

Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal—

Christ hath burst the gates of hell;

Death in vain forbids his rise,

Christ hath opened paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King!

Where, O Death, is now thy sting?

Once he died, our souls to save:

Where’s thy victory, boasting grave?

5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,

Following our exalted Head:

Made like him, like him we rise,

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies!

6 King of glory, Fount of bliss,

Everlasting life is this:

Thee to know, thy power to prove,

Thus to sing, and thus to love.