The Triumph Song

There’s a gleam of light in the skies of morn

There’s a great stone rolled from the grave away;

To the wait­ing world there’s a hope new born

Of a joy to last for aye!

Ten thou­sand voices sound the word

Through gleam­ing courts on high;

The migh­ty One

the ris­en Lord

Hath gained the vic­to­ry.

There’s an an­gel’s voice that good tid­ings brings

There is light and peace af­ter Cal­v’ry’s strife;

By the si­lent tomb there’s a gleam of wings:

In the place of death is life.

There’s a tri­umph song that shall ev­er ring

From the ag­es gone to the years be­fore;

There’s a liv­ing Lord—there’s a ris­en king

Who abides for­ev­er­more.