Sing ye lowly, sing ye great,
With the East­er joy elate!
Christ the Lord is ris­en in­deed;
Crown of hope for ev­ery need!

Poverty and wealth akin
In the pi­te­ous bond of sin,
Eager youth and anx­ious age
Bound on com­mon pil­grim­age;

One and all up­lift the strain;
Christ our Sav­ior lives again
Lives to set us free once more;
As we jour­ney goes be­fore.

All the way He mak­eth bright,
It was dark, but He is light;
It was wea­ry, He is rest;
He our end as He our quest.

Wandering sin­ner, striv­ing saint,
Prisoner hope­less of com­plaint,
Courage kin­dles now anew;
Christ the Lord is ris’n for you.

Lift your head, poor pe­ni­tent,
Mercy is with judg­ment blent;
Christ is ris­en to be­stow
Just the peace you long to know.

Mourner weep­ing at the tomb,
See how e’en the grave may bloom;
Where He lay what hopes were sown!
Make the har­vest sweet your own.

For us men a man was He;
Never friend so close could be;
For us, help­less, He o’er­came;
We may con­quer in His name.

For us mor­tal He di­vine,
Makes the way im­mor­tal shine;
With the Com­fort­er be­stows
Grace no life un­quick­ened knows.

Death His flesh could not con­strain;
Lord of Life He rose again;
God of God and Light of Light,
Sing His tri­umph, sing His might!