Again the Lord’s own day is here,
The day to Christian people dear,
As, week by week, it bids them tell
How Jesus rose from death and hell.

For by His flock their Lord declared
His resurrection should be shared;
And we who trust in Him to save
With Him are risen from the grave.

We, one and all, of Him possessed,
Are with exceeding treasures blessed,
For all He did, and all He bare,
He gives us as our own to share.

Eternal glory, rest on high,
A blessèd immortality,
True peace and gladness, and a throne,
Are all His gifts, and all our own.

And therefore unto Thee we sing,
O Lord of peace, eternal King;
Thy love we praise, Thy Name adore,
Both on this day and evermore.

Forth from God’s throne, into this world of woe,
Came God’s own Son, salvation to bestow;
Nailed to the cross in pain and agony,
Laid in the tomb to save both you and me.

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Jesus arose! Praise His holy name!
Jesus arose! Death He overcame!
An angel rolled away the stone,
My Lord arose to save His own,
And now He reigns upon His throne!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Three days He lay within that dark domain,
Then with new life, forth from the tomb He came;
Christ has the key; oh, death, where is thy sting?
Our Lord doth live! oh, let your praises ring!

Refrain

Tho’ He’s on high, He’s coming back some day,
Then from this earth, He’ll carry us away;
E’en tho’ we die, we know we’ll rise again,
For Christ arose, our precious souls to win!

Refrain

So rest—my Rest!
Thou ever blest!
Thy grave with sinners making,
By Thy precious death, from sin
My dead soul awaking!

Here hast Thou lain,
After much pain,
Life of my life, reposing!
Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave,
Rock of Ages, closing.

Breath of all breath!
I know from death
Thou wilt my soul awaken!
Wherefore should I dread the grave,
Or my faith be shaken?

To me the tomb
Is but a room,
Where I lie down with Jesus!
Who by death hath conquered death,
Safely there receives us!

The body dies
(Naught else) and lies
In dust, until victorious
From the grave, it shall arise
Beautiful and glorious!

Meantime I will,
My Jesus, still
Deep in my bosom lay Thee,
Musing on Thy death; in death
Be with me, I pray Thee!

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 sink 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 see His 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.