The Lord, Who Late Was Dead

The Lord

who late was dead

Now lives; then haste away

And through the world the tid­ings spread

The Lord is ris’n to­day.

While foes are filled with fear;

His joy­ful friends may say

What glo­ri­ous news is this we hear?

The Lord is ris’n to­day.

His tri­umph is com­plete

Let all His peo­ple say;

And let ten thou­sand tongues re­peat

The Lord is ris’n to­day.

Let all His peo­ple sing

For well His peo­ple may;

The theme is sweet; of hope the spring

The Lord is ris’n to­day.

On Him our souls re­ly

Desponding thoughts away;

We know ’tis true

and sing with joy

The Lord is ris’n to­day.