The Lord is ris'n indeed, Hallelujah.
Now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the first fruits of them that slept.
And did He rise? Hear, O ye nations, hear it, O ye dead.
He rose, He burst the bars of death and triumph'd o'er the grave.
Shout, earth and heav'n, this sum of good to men,
whose nature then took wing, and mounted with him from the tomb.
Then I rose,
then first humanity triumphant passed the crystal ports of light,
and seiz'd eternal youth.
Man, all immortal hail, Heaven, all lavish of strange gifts to man,
Thine's all the glory, man's the boundless bliss.