1 Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply.

2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won.:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er.
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ has open'd Paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King!
"Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
Once he dy'd our souls to save;
"Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"

5 Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n!
Praise to thee by both be giv'n!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the RESURRECTION — thou.