Our Lord’s Resurrection

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

Let the ho­ly an­them rise

And the choirs of Heav­en chant it

In the tem­ple of the skies;

Let the mount­ains skip with glad­ness

And the joy­ful val­leys ring

With ho­san­nas in the high­est

To our Sav­ior and our king.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

He en­dured the knot­ted whips

And the jeer­ing of the rab­ble

And the scorn of mock­ing lips

And the ter­rors of the gib­bet

Upon which He would be slain:

But His death was on­ly slum­ber—

He is ris­en up again.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

Like the sun from out the wave

He has ris­en up in tri­umph

From the dark­ness of the grave;

He’s the splen­dor of the na­tions

He’s the light of end­less day

He’s the ve­ry Lord of glo­ry

Who has ris­en up to­day.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

He has burst our pri­son bars

He has lift­ed up the por­tals

Of our home be­yond the stars;

He has won for us our free­dom—

’Neath His feet our foes are trod;

He has pur­chased back our birth­right

To the king­dom of our God.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

Blessèd Je­sus

make us rise

From the life of this cor­rup­tion

To the life that nev­er dies.

May we share with Thee the glo­ry

When the days of time are past

And the dead shall be awak­ened

By the trum­pet’s migh­ty blast.