Christ is ris­en from the dead!
Darkness now no more shall reign;
Thorns no more shall crown the head
That was bowed with grief and pain:
Christ the Lord, the migh­ty King,
From our sin hath made us free.
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Where, O grave, thy vic­to­ry?

Scoffers now no more will say:
If Thou be the Christ, come down
From the cross, and prove to­day
That to Thee be­longs the crown!
For our ris­en Lord and King
From our sin hath made us free,
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Where, O grave, thy vic­to­ry?

Faith now knows He is the Lord,
Gives as­sent to His decree,
Trusts the pro­mise in His Word,
And is crowned with vic­to­ry,
Shouting prais­es to the King,
Who from sin hath made us free.
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Where, O grave, thy vic­to­ry?