The Lord Is Risen (Whitten)

The Lord is ris­en! the Lord is ris­en!

Angels the news pro­claim

And earth’s ten thou­sand voic­es join

To swell the glad ac­claim.

He is ris­en! He is ris­en!

Victorious

all glor­ious

Over death

hell and the grave

A Con­qu’ror migh­ty to save.

The Lord is ris­en! He lives again;

The stone is rolled away;

Look and be­hold the emp­ty grave

Where late your Savior lay.

He rent the low

dark se­pul­cher

Unlocked His pri­son cell

And rose

tri­umph­ant from the grave

Conqu’ror of death and hell.

Rejoice

re­joice

ye sor­row­ing ones

Whose friends in Je­sus sleep!

He shall un­lock their pri­son doors

For He the keys doth keep.