O Come on This Bright Easter Day

O come on this bright East­er Day

Before the sun has ris­en

And see the place where Je­sus lay

Who now has burst His pris’n!

He is ris­en! He is ris­en!

Jesus takes from death its sting;

He is ris­en! He is ris­en!

Vict’ry oe’r the grave we sing.

The Form that lay so cold and still

In ho­ly Jo­seph’s grave

Now lives again by His own will

And shows His pow­er to save.

The Mar­ys came ere morn­ing light

On that first East­er Day

But ear­li­er still the an­gel bright

Had rolled the stone away.

And now their ris­en Lord they meet

And hear His word All hail;

They kneel and hold Him by the feet

Then haste to tell the tale.

The Mar­ys came ere morn­ing light

On that first East­er Day

But ear­li­er still the an­gel bright

Had rolled the stone away.

And now their ris­en Lord they meet

And hear His word All hail;

They kneel and hold Him by the feet

Then haste to tell the tale.

And now their ris­en Lord they meet

And hear His word All hail;

They kneel and hold Him by the feet

Then haste to tell the tale.