The Lord Is Ris’n Indeed

The Lord is ris’n in­deed

Loud let His prais­es ring!

From death’s do­min­ion freed

Ascends the con­qu’ring King

At God’s right hand to take His place

And reign su­preme through ev­er­last­ing days.

The Lord is ris’n in­deed

Risen to die no more;

And now in Heav’n doth plead

For those whose sins He bore

In dread­ful ang­uish on the tree

From sin and death to set His peo­ple free.

The Lord is ris’n indeed

Conqu’ror of death and hell;

He lives

the wo­man’s seed

The King in­vi­si­ble:

He lives to bruise the ser­pent’s head

And raise His ran­somed people from the dead.

The Lord is ris’n in­deed

Entered the courts on high

To win for man the meed

Of im­mor­tal­ity:

And soon to earth will He des­cend

The cru­el reign of sin and death to end.