Said the an­gel, He is ris­en!
Tell it out with joy­ful voice:
He has burst His three days’ pri­son;
Let the whole wide earth re­joice:
Death is con­quered, we are free,
Christ has won the vic­to­ry.

Come, ye sad and fear­ful heart­ed,
With glad smile and ra­di­ant brow!
Death’s long sha­dows have de­part­ed;
All our woes are ov­er now,
Due to pas­sion that He bore—
Sin and pain can vex no more.

Come, with high and ho­ly hymn­ing,
Chant our Lord’s tri­um­phant day;
Not one dark­some cloud is dim­ming
Yonder glo­ri­ous morn­ing ray,
Breaking ov­er the pur­ple east:
Brighter far our East­er feast.

He is ris­en, He is ris­en!
He has op­ened Hea­ven’s gate:
We are free from sin’s dark pri­son,
Risen to a ho­li­er state;
And a bright­er East­er beam
On our long­ing eyes shall stream.