Jesus lives! From riv­en tomb
He arose, tri­um­phant, glo­ri­ous!
Now hath He in­deed be­come
By His death for aye vic­to­ri­ous,
Lightnings flash, the earth is heav­ing;
Rent the grave! The Lord is liv­ing!

Christ arose! His vic­to­ry’s mine!
He from death can sure de­liv­er,
Whom the grave could not con­fine,
’Tis my peace and com­fort ev­er.
Open waits me Heav­en’s por­tal;
He arose with life im­mor­tal.

Jesus lives! No long­er death
With its ter­rors can ap­pall me;
I ap­proach my tomb with faith,
There to rest till He shall call me.
On this truth my hope I an­chor,
Jesus lives! and I shall con­quer.