The Sun of righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more!
Adore the Healer of your fears,
Your rising Sun adore.

The saints, when He resigned His breath,
Unclosed their sleeping eyes;
He breaks again the bonds of death,
Again the dead arise.

Alone the dreadful race He ran,
Alone the wine press trod,
He died and suffered as a man,
He rises as a God.

In vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Forbid an early rise,
To Him who breaks the gates of hell,
And opens paradise.