Little Christian children, say

1 Little Christ­ian child­ren, say
Why your hearts are light to­day;
Why with hymn and car­ol sweet,
You this ha­ppy Sun­day greet?

2 Very ear­ly Christ arose,
Mighty Vic­tor o’er His foes,
In the morn­ing’s twi­light gloom,
Lord of Life, He left the tomb.

3 Little Christ­ian child­ren, tell,
How your king hath van­quished hell,
As you say, has ris’n again,
He who in the grave has lain.

4 Faithless watch the sen­tries kept,
Bitter tears the wo­men wept,
Till they saw the an­gel bright,
Clad in rai­ment fair and white.

5 Hark! He speaks to calm their fear,
"He is ris’n, He is not here;
He has gone to Ga­li­lee—
There your Master ye shall see."

6 Little Christian children, sing,
Praising loud your risen king;
We, too, share your joyful strain,
Christ our Passover is slain.

7 Glory, Jesu, be to Thee,
Thou whose rising sets us free;
Death and Satan overthrown,
Thee, the King of kings we own.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16538

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