Christ, the Lord, is ris'n today,
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heav'ns—and earth, reply.
Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the battle; vict'ry won:
Lo! he's risen conqueror,
And shall sink in death no more.
Vain the watch, the seal, the stone;
Christ as conqueror is known;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Soon he'll open paradise.
Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once he died mankind to save;
Where's thy vict'ry, boasting Grave?