Joy of joys! He lives, He lives,
Jesus, who sal­va­tion gives!
Rising in the ear­ly gloom,
Lo! His glo­ry fills the tomb;
All the earth­ly guards are fled,
From the man­sion of the Dead.
Listen, for the an­gels say,
See the place where Je­sus lay.

Enter, if ye seek for Him!
There the light shall not be dim;
At His head, and at His feet,
Mark the clothes and wind­ing sheet,
All in sac­red or­der seen,
In the grave where Christ has been;
So He left it, all was done,
Ere the ris­ing of the sun.

Earth was trem­bling—Jesus rose,
Calmly pass­ing through His foes;
Death hath no do­min­ion now,
Captain of Sal­va­tion, Thou!
Jesus, Con­quer­or of the grave,
Jesus, Mas­ter, strong to save,
Teach our hearts th’un­earth­ly bliss
Of a pur­er world than this!

Bid the pow­ers of dark­ness fly,
For the morn is draw­ing nigh;
Show to us the shin­ing way,
Us, the child­ren of the day;
Onward, on­ward, in the road
Radiant with the light of God,
God the Fa­ther and the Son,
And the Spi­rit, ev­er one.