O Lord of life, once laid in Joseph’s tomb,
Around Thy grave the garden bursts in bloom;
Thy glory breaks the world’s long night of gloom.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

Thou for us all didst hang upon the tree;
The burden of our sins was borne by Thee;
Thy stripes have healed, Thy sorrows set us free.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

Now all is o’er—Thy toil, Thy grief, Thy pain;
The veil of death by Thee is rent in twain;
Thine earthly loss is our eternal gain.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

Henceforth, thro’ hours of ease and days of care,
Help us with Thee our daily cross to bear,
Strong in Thy strength, and brave Thy cup to share.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

When through dark vales our lonely pathway lies,
Though hearts may faint, and tears may dim our eyes,
Thy light shall guide our footsteps to the skies.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

And when, at last, our work on earth is o’er,
Lead us where Thou hast trod the path before,
Through death to life with Thee forevermore!
Alleluia! Alleluia!