On This Glorious Easter Morning

On this glo­ri­ous East­er morn­ing

Robbing death of all its sting

Shattering Sa­tan’s gloomy em­pire

Rose our pro­phet

priest and king;

Rose the Son of God tri­umph­ant

Conqueror ov­er death and sin

Lift your heads

ye heav­en­ly por­tals

Let the King of Glo­ry in!

He who left His Fa­ther’s glo­ry

He who stooped from Heav’n most high

Lived as man on earth―and suf­fered

Died―that man no more should die

Now re­turns

a migh­ty vic­tor

Conqueror ov­er death and sin

Lift your heads

ye heav­en­ly por­tals

Let the King of Glo­ry in!

Christians! this glad East­er morn­ing

Tells of light

and life

and love:

Tells us some­what of the yearn­ing

Felt for man in Heav’n ab­ove;

Tells how Je­sus rose tri­umph­ant

Conqueror ov­er death and sin;

How the ev­er­last­ing por­tals

Oped to let their mon­arch in!

Tells us

too

the joy­ful tid­ings

That where He is

we shall be;

And that we

too

shall be like Him

When we Him in glo­ry see.

Like Him

vanq­uish­ers of Sa­tan

Conquerors ov­er death and sin

Lift your heads

ye heav­en­ly por­tals

Let the ran­somed serv­ants in!