The Lord Is Risen (Davison)

The Lord is ris­en—thro’ the gloom

That dark­ens round the sac­red tomb

I hear an­gel­ic voices say

We rolled the guard­ing stone away.

The Lord is ris­en

O my soul

What waves of glo­ry round thee roll;

No long­er wilt thou droop­ing stay

The Lord is ris­en

come away.

And forth He came

the Lord of all

He cast aside Death’s icy thrall

And by that won­drous vic­to­ry

He gave im­mor­tal life to thee.

The night is ov­er

and the light

Of day’s sweet dawn­ing grow­eth bright;

Behold thy Lord

thy Sav­ior

king!

What joy to earth this day doth bring.