Hearts to heav’n and voices raise;
Sing to God a hymn of gladness,
Sing to God a hymn of praise!
He who on the cross victim
For the world’s salvation bled,
Jesus Christ, the King of Glory,
Now is risen from the dead.
Now the iron bars are broken,
Christ from death to life is born,
Glorious life, and life immortal,
On this holy Easter morn:
Christ has triumph’d, and we conquer
By his mighty enterprise,
We with Him to life eternal
By his resurrection rise.
Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits
Of the holy harvest-field,
Which will all its full abundance
At his second coming yield;
Then the golden ears of harvest
Will theor heads before him wave,
Ripen’d by his glorious sunshine,
From the furrows of the grave.
Christ is risen; we are risen;
Shed upon is heav’nly grace,
Rain and dew and gleams of glory
From the brightness of thy face,
That we, Lord, with hearts in heaven
Here on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel-hands be gather’d,
And be ever safe with Thee.
Glory be to God on high;
Hallelujah to the saviour
Who has gain’d the victory:
Fount of love and sanctity;
To the Triune Majesty.