1 There’s a gleam of light in the skies of morn,
There’s a great stone rolled from the grave away;
To the waiting world there’s a hope new-born
Of a joy to last for aye!

Refrain:
Ten thousand voices sound the word
Through gleaming courts on high,
“The Mighty One, the Risen Lord
Hath gained the victory.”

2 There’s an angel’s voice that good tidings brings,
There is light and peace after Calv’ry’s strife,
By the silent tomb there’s a gleam of wings
In the place of death is life. [Refrain]

3 There’s a triumph song that shall ever ring
From the ages gone to the years before,
There’s a Living Lord—there’s a Risen King
Who abides forevermore. [Refrain]