Across the Eastern Hilltops

Across the east­ern hill­tops gleam

The first bright rays of dawn;

The sunl­ight danc­es in each beam

Upon this East­er morn.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

The Lord is ris­en to­day;

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

The Lord doth reign for aye.

The gates of death now stand ajar

For Je­sus

Lord and King

No stone or seal His ex­it bar

While men and an­gels sing:

Now all His ago­ny is past

His suf­fer­ing and His pain

With glo­ri­ous vic­to­ry at last

Our Sav­ior lives to reign.