1 He is risen, Christ our Lord,
Son of man and Son of God,
Throned on high, exalted now,
Glory resting on His brow;
Yet for us He careth still;
“Peace on earth, to men good will,”
Angel voices yet proclaim,
While they praise His holy name.
2 He is risen, Christ our King;
Seraph bands their offerings bring;
Saints with wonder and delight,
Chant His praises day and night;
Yet, amid the holy throng,
He will listen to our song;
And He heareth us alway,
Though in feebleness we pray.
3 He is risen, Christ our All;
Looking up to Him we call:
Thou, our life, the truth, the way,
Be our helper day by day;
Guard and guide and keep us still,
Teach us here to do Thy will,
Till we there, among the blest,
Enter Thine eternal rest.