1 Blest Easter day, what joy is thine!
We praise, dear Lord, Thy Name divine.
For Thou hast triumphed o'er the tomb;
No more we need to dread its gloom.

2 The tree where Thou wast offered up
Now bears the fruit of life and hope:
Thy precious blood for us is shed,
Now we may feed on heav'nly bread.

3 We thank Thee, Jesus, that Thy hand
Has freed us from sin's galling band;
No more its thralldom we need fear;
The year of liberty is here.

4 All praise to Thee who from death's might,
From carnal lust and sin's dark plight
Redeemest me, that even I
May reach eternal life on high.

Amen.