The Lord is risen—thro’ the gloom
That darkens round the sacred tomb,
I hear angelic voices say,
We rolled the guarding stone away.
The Lord is risen, O my soul,
What waves of glory round thee roll;
No longer wilt thou drooping stay,
The Lord is risen, come away.
And forth He came, the Lord of all,
He cast aside Death’s icy thrall,
And by that wondrous victory,
He gave immortal life to thee.
The night is over, and the light
Of day’s sweet dawning groweth bright;
Behold thy Lord, thy Savior, King!
What joy to earth this day doth bring.