1 Awake, my heart, with gladness,
See what to-day is done!
How after gloom and sadness
Comes forth the glorious Sun!
My Saviour there was laid,
Where our bed must be made,
When to the realms of light
Our spirit wings its flight.
2 They in the grave did sink Him,
The foe held jubilee;
Before he can bethink him,
Lo! Christ again is free,
And Victory! He cries;
He waveth tow'rds the skies
His banner, for the field
Is by the Hero held.
3 Upon the grave is standing
The Hero, looking round;
The foe, no more withstanding,
His weapons on the ground
Throws down, his hellish power
To Christ he must give o'er,
And to the Victor's bands
Must yield his feet and hands.
4 This is a sight that gladdens
And fills my heart with glee;
Now naught whatever saddens
My soul, nor takes from me
My happy, cheerful mood,
Or any precious good
Which by His victory
Christ Jesus gained for me.
5 I fear nor hell nor devil,
They of their power are shorn;
I'm ever free from evil,
And sin I laugh to scorn.
Grim death with all its might
Cannot my soul affright,
Is is an empty form,
How e’er it rave and storm.
6 The world against me rageth,
Its fury I disdain;
The war whiche'er it wageth
Against me, is in vain.
No trouble troubles me,
My heart from care is free,
For in the darkest night
I see the brightest light.
7 I cleave now and forever
To Christ, a member true,
My Head will leave me never,
Whate’er He passeth through;
He treads the world beneath
His feet, and conquers death
And hell, and breaks sin's thrall;
I follow him through all.
8 To glory He ascendeth,
I follow Him fore'er,
For He, my Head, defendeth
His member from all care;
No enemy I fear,
While He, my Head, is near;
My Saviour is my shield,
By Him all rage is stilled.
9 He to the gates me leadeth
Of yon fair realms of light,
Whereon the pilgrim readeth
In golden letters bright:
"Who there are scorned with me,
With me here crowned shall be;
Who there with me shall die,
Shall here be raised as I!"
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