Jesus Bursts the Bars of Death

Jesus bursts the bars of death

And de­spoils the greedy grave;

To the king dis­crowned He saith

I am ris­en souls to save.

Tyrant

now thy reign is end­ed

Thy dread sting I take away;

With thy pains sweet hopes are blend­ed

None need long­er dread thy sway.

Trembling sol­diers strick­en dumb

Fall around the sick­led grain

While the heav’n­ly her­alds come

To be­hold the Vic­tor slain.

Loudly from se­pul­chral stone

They pro­claim that death is dead.

Christ is now the Lord alone

He is ris­en

as He said!

Shout

ye ran­somed! Shout aloud

Make the very heav­ens ring;

Shout

as round the grave we crowd

He is ris­en! Christ is king.

Seraphs

hymns of tri­umph raise

Earth

your sweet­est songs em­ploy

Swelling high the tide of praise

Voicing loud one migh­ty joy!