1 Angels come on joyous pinion,
Down the Heav’n’s melodious stair;
Triumphing o’er death’s dominion,
Up to this our lower air.
Christ has risen! Christ has risen!
And hath burst the sepulcher.

2 All in vain, the posted station
Of the armèd soldiery,
All in vain, the faithless nation
Set the seal and watches nigh;
Ye need not fear, ye need not fear,
None can reach where He doth lie!

3 He Himself, from sleep awaking,
Who spontaneous bore the gloom,
Through the seals, and without breaking,
Hath come forth and left the tomb;
Death could not hold, death could not hold
Him born of a virgin’s womb.

4 Lord, with Thee in daily dying
May we die, and with Thee rise;
And on earth, ourselves denying,
Lift our hearts unto the skies,
To sing our God, to sing our God,
Three in One, sole Good and Wise.