Our Risen Lord

Our ris­en Lord again we greet

Radiant from death

and sin laid low;

And

tho’ with scars on hands and feet

The vic­tor’s wreath’s up­on His brow.

O bless­èd Christ

this East­er day

Victorious to our life re­turn;

Walk with us thro’ its ev­ery way

Till our hearts

too

with­in us burn.

We hear again the an­gels say

The Lord is ris’n

He is not here;

And far and wide pro­claim to­day

With joy­ful hearts the mes­sage clear.

O glo­ri­ous day that gives us back

In tri­umph clad our bless­èd dead!

That smiles on graves and griefs so black

That hope be­fore them quails in dread.