1 See from the dungeon of the dead,
Our great Deliverer rise;
While conquests wreathe his heavenly head,
And glory glads his eyes.
2 The struggling Hero, strong to save,
Did all our miseries bear
Down to the chambers of the grave,
And left the burden there.
3 [See, how the well-pleased angel rolls
The stone, and opes the prison!
Lift up your heads, ye sin-sick souls,
And sing, The Lord is risen.]
4 No more indictments justice draws;
It sets the soul at large;
Our Surety undertook the cause,
And faith’s a full discharge.
5 To save us, our Redeemer died;
To justify us, rose;
Where’s the condemning power beside
Has right to interpose?
6 The Lord is risen! thou trembling soul,
Let fears no more confound!
Let heaven and earth, from pole to pole,
The Lord is risen resound!
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #486