Jesus the Crucified Reigns

Gone is the night of re­pin­ing

Vanished for­ev­er its gloom;

Hope’s bless­èd sun­light is shin­ing

Thro’ the dark shades of the tomb.

Send out the won­der­ful tid­ings

Over the mount­ains and plains

Jesus the Lord is tri­umph­ant

Jesus the Cru­ci­fied reigns.

Death He has robbed of its ter­rors

Banished the gloom of the grave;

Vanquished the king­dom of er­rors

Risen all na­tions to save.

Mountains His prais­es are voic­ing

Valleys tri­umph­ant­ly ring;

Millions of souls

with re­joic­ing

Crown Him their Sav­ior and king.