Yes, the Redeemer Rose

Yes

the Re­deem­er rose;

The Sav­ior left the dead

And o’er our hell­ish foes

High raised His con­quer­ing head.

In wild dis­may the guards around

Fall to the ground and sank away.

Lo! the an­gel­ic bands

In full as­sem­bly meet

To wait His high com­mands

And wor­ship at His feet.

Joyful they come and wing their way

From realms of day to such a tomb.

Then back to Heav’n they fly

And the glad tid­ings bear:

Hark! as they soar on high

What mu­sic fills the air!

Their an­thems say

Je­sus

who bled

Hath left the dead

He rose to­day.

Ye mor­tals

catch the sound

Redeemed by Him from hell;

And send the ec­ho round

The globe on which you dwell:

Transported

cry

Je­sus

who bled

Hath left the dead

no more to die.

All hail! tri­umph­ant Lord

Who sav’st us with Thy blood;

Wide be Thy name adored

Thou ris­ing

reign­ing God!

With Thee we rise

with Thee we reign

And em­pires gain be­yond the skies.