1 Our glorious Lord is ris'n indeed!
Death, conquer'd, lost its Prize;
The Grave surrender'd him with Speed,
When he assay'd to rise.
2 In vain the soldiers watch his Tomb,
When heav'nly Forms appear;
The Roman Eagle's overcome,
The soldiers die with Fear.
3 An Angel's Form before them stood;
His Face like Lightning shone;
Commission'd from the Father, God,
To roll away the stone.
4 Up rose the Saviour from the Dead!
Down all Opposers fell:
Satan in Chains of Triumph led,
Trampling on Death and Hell.
5 To banish his Disciples Fears,
He prov'd himself alive,
By all his Wounds and bloody Scars;
Then did their Hearts revive.
6 With them, will we our Lord adore;
For them, and us he dy'd:
He lives, he lives, and dies no more!
Hence we are justify'd.
7 Nor is our Faith, nor Preaching, vain;
Nor in our Sins are we;
Since Christ, our Head, is ris'n again;
And, rising, set us free.
8 Who shall condemn? lo! Jesus dy'd,
Yea, rather lives for us;
He with himself hath crucify'd
Our Sins upon the Cross.
9 Hail, risen Saviour! thee we hail,
Who, by Almighty Pow'r,
Didst over Death and Hell prevail;
We bless the glorious Hour.
10 High on thy Father David's Throne,
For-ever live and reign;
'Till by thine own right Hand alone,
Thy ev'ry Foe be slain.