Grand is the song of the East­er morn,
Victory is won! vic­to­ry is won!
Far o’er the hills with the light ’tis borne,
Victory is won thro’ Christ!
Chasing the shades of night away,
Bringing the light of glo­ri­ous day,
Taking from Death his strength and sway,
Victory is won thro’ Christ.

Grand was the scene when the stone was rolled,
Victory is won! vic­to­ry is won!
Off from the se­pul­cher dark and cold,
Victory is won thro’ Christ!
Angels alone could view that sight,
Man could not bear the vi­sion bright;
Forth came the Con­quer­or armed with might,
Victory is won thro’ Christ.

Grand was the word that the wo­men brought,
Victory is won! vic­to­ry is won!
Mingled with won­ders, with glo­ries fraught,
Victory is won thro’ Christ!
Seek not the liv­ing, an­gels said,
Seek not the liv­ing among the dead;
Sorrow is past and the night is fled,
Victory is won thro’ Christ.

Grand is the truth, O saints, for you,
Victory is won! vic­to­ry is won!
Yours is the joy and the bless­ing, too,
Victory is won thro’ Christ!
Since Je­sus took from Death his key,
He from the tomb will set us free,
And through all time and eter­ni­ty,
Victory is won thro’ Christ.