Hail, Hail! the Risen Son!

Hail

hail the ris­en Son!

Our migh­ty king to­day!

Answer

ye sol­diers tried

Whence gone His breath­less clay?

And who has swept the stone

From guard­ed tomb away

The migh­ty seal­èd stone

From se­pul­cher away?

Why speech­less

stub­born guard?

You must the truth ab­ide;

Our Lord is ris’n to bless

This glo­ri­ous East­er­tide.

Tell

tell

old Ro­man

true

How fared you in the night?

Heard ye no fear­ful sound

Saw ye no hosts of light?

For shame

thou faith­less guard

For ter­ror sealed thy sight;

Hold peace

poor Ro­man guard

You failed on watch last night.

Why speech­less

stub­born guard

You must the truth ab­ide;

Our Lord is ris’n to bless

This glo­ri­ous East­er­tide.

Wake

wake

glad East­er winds

And bear the news of cheer

The pro­phe­cy is filled:

Tell them who yearn to hear.

For Christ is ris­en in­deed

Death’s sha­dows dis­ap­pear

The dawn has pierced the gloom

And ban­ished doubt and fear.

Be glad

O spa­cious land

Lift voice

ye ocean wide;

Come forth

all liv­ing things

To hail blest East­er­tide.