Wake, Sweetest Strain

Low in the grave

They had bur­ied Christ the Sav­ior;

Dark was the night

Round the si­lent guard­ed tomb

But with the dawn

Came a glow of heav’n­ly splen­dor

Glory filled the earth dis­pell­ing gloom.

Wake

sweet­est strains of mu­sic!

Telling out the sto­ry

How from death the Sav­ior rose

To live for­ev­er­more.

Wake

sweetest strains of mu­sic!

Drive away all sad­ness

Let your an­thems ring from shore to shore.

Close to the tomb

Were the sol­diers vi­gil keep­ing

When from above

Came a form of dazz­ling light

Then He arose

From the grave a mighty vic­tor

Angels wel­comed Him in robes of white.

Joy to the world

Let this day be filled with glad­ness—

Wake sweet­est strains

Join this hap­py East­er song

Peace shall abide

For the grave has lost its ter­ror

Christ is ris­en—let His praise pro­long.