The third day he rose again from the dead.
CHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,
Sons of men, and angels, say:
Raise your songs and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath open'd Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King!
Where, O death! is now thy sting?
Once he died, our souls to save;
Where's thy victory, O grave?
5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head:
Made like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
CHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,
Our triumphant holy day:
He endur'd the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.
2 Lo! he rises, mighty King;
Where, O death! is now thy sting?
Lo! he claims his native sky;
Grave, where is thy victory?
3 Sinners, see your ransom paid,
Peace with God for ever made:
With your risen Saviour rise;
Claim with him the purchas'd skies.
4 Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,
Our triumphant holy day:
Loud the song of vict'ry raise:
Shout the great Redeemer's praise.
"THE Lord is ris'n indeed,"
And are the tidings true?
Yes, they beheld the Saviour bleed,
And saw him living too.
2 "The Lord is ris'n indeed,"
Then Justice asks no more;
Mercy and Truth are now agreed,
Who stood oppos'd before.
3 "The Lord is ris'n indeed,"
He lives to die no more;
He lives the sinner's cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame he bore.
4 "The Lord is ris'n indeed,"
Attending angels hear;
Up to the courts of heav'n, with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.
5 Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord,
Join all the bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.
CHRIST is risen! the Lord is come,
Bursting from the sealed tomb!
Death and hell, in mute dismay,
Render up their mightier prey.
2 Christ is risen! but not alone!
Death, thy kingdom is o'erthrown!
We shall rise as he hath risen,
From the deep sepulchral prison.
3 Heirs of death, and sons of clay,
Long in death's dark thrall we lay,
And went down, in trembling gloom,
To the unawakening tomb.
4 Heirs of life, and sons of God,
On the path our Captain trod,
Now we hope to soar on high
To the everlasting sky.
5 Mortal once, immortal now,
Our vile bodies off we throw,
Glorious bodies to put on,
Round our great Redeemer's throne.
6 Lofty hopes! and their's indeed
Who the Christian's life shall lead;
Christ's below in faith and love,
Christ's in endless bliss above.
THIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumph spread,
And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosanna! to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son;
Help us, O Lord; descend, and bring
Salvation from thy throne.
4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes, in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.
5 Hosanna in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise !
The highest heavens, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.
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