Text: | The Resurrection |
1 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men, and angels say,
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath open'd Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King,
"Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
Once he dy'd our souls to save;
"Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"
5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head:
Made like him, like him we rise
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
6 What tho' once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall;
Second life let us receive,
In our heavenly Adam live.
7 Hail the Lord of earth and Heaven!
Praise to thee by both be given!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the Resurrection— thou.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day |
Title: | The Resurrection |
Meter: | Sevens |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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Topic: | The Resurrection of Christ; Resurrection of Christ |