1 He is risen, he is risen!
Tell it out with joyful voice;
he has burst his three days' prison;
let the whole wide earth rejoice.
Death is conquered, man is free,
Christ has won the victory.

2 Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted,
with glad smile and radiant brow;
Lent's long shadows have departed,
all his woes are over now,
and the passion that he bore:
sin and pain can vex no more.

3 Come, with high and holy hymning
chant our Lord's triumphant lay;
not one darksome cloud is dimming
yonder glorious morning ray,
breaking o'er the purple east:
brighter far our Easter-feast.