Proclaim the Tidings

Proclaim the tid­ings near and far

Go tell the bless­èd sto­ry;

The grave has giv­en up its dead—

The Lord of life and glo­ry.

Sing glo­ry

glo­ry

glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah

Sing glo­ry

glo­ry

glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah.

The Lord is ris­en

Oh

re­joice

Ye hearts grown sad and wea­ry;

Let songs of glad­ness swell each voice

That bears that won­drous sto­ry.

Death has no sting for those who love

This ris­en Lord to fol­low;

Across their hearts the gloomy grave

Throws not its gloomy sha­dow.