Gone is the night of repining,
Vanished forever its gloom;
Hope’s blessèd sunlight is shining,
Thro’ the dark shades of the tomb.
Send out the wonderful tidings,
Over the mountains and plains,
Jesus the Lord is triumphant,
Jesus the Crucified reigns.
Death He has robbed of its terrors,
Banished the gloom of the grave;
Vanquished the kingdom of errors,
Risen all nations to save.
Mountains His praises are voicing,
Valleys triumphantly ring;
Millions of souls, with rejoicing,
Crown Him their Savior and King.