Angels Come on Joyous Pinion

Angels come on joy­ous pin­ion

Down the Heav’n’s me­lo­di­ous stair;

Triumphing o’er death’s do­min­ion

Up to this our low­er air.

Christ has ris­en! Christ has ris­en!

And hath burst the se­pul­cher.

All in vain

the post­ed sta­tion

Of the arm­èd sol­die­ry

All in vain

the faith­less na­tion

Set the seal and watch­es nigh;

Ye need not fear

ye need not fear

None can reach where He doth lie!

He Him­self

from sleep awak­ing

Who spon­ta­ne­ous bore the gloom

Through the seals

and with­out break­ing

Hath come forth and left the tomb;

Death could not hold

death could not hold

Him born of a vir­gin’s womb.

Lord

with Thee in dai­ly dy­ing

May we die

and with Thee rise;

And on earth

our­selves de­ny­ing

Lift our hearts un­to the skies

To sing our God

to sing our God

Three in One

sole Good and Wise.