Jesus, who died a world to save,
Revives and rises from the grave,
By His almighty power;
From sin, and death, and hell set free,
He captive leads captivity,
And lives to die no more.
Lo! how He bursts the bonds of death,
And reassumes His vital breath,
To make our title good;
May all our souls to Heav’n aspire,
In thought, in will, in strong desire,
To earthly pleasure dead.
With thankful hearts we look and see
Our Savior clothed with majesty
Triumphant o’er the tomb;
Yet though our Lord is honored thus,
Still all His thoughts are fixed on us,
He’ll take us to His home.
His church is all His joy and crown,
He looks with love and pity down
On her He did redeem;
He tastes her joys, He feels her woes,
And prays that she may spoil her foes,
And ever reign with Him.