Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him long­er;
Death is strong, but life is stronger,
Stronger than the dark, the light;
Stronger than the wrong, the right.
Faith and Hope tri­um­phant say
Christ will rise on East­er Day.

While the pa­tient earth lies wak­ing,
Till the morn­ing shall be break­ing,
Shuddering ’neath the bur­den dread
Of her Mas­ter, cold and dead,
Hark! she hears the an­gels say
Christ will rise on East­er Day.

And when sun­rise smites the mount­ains,
Pouring light from heav’n­ly foun­tains,
Then the earth blooms out to greet
Once again the bless­èd feet;
And her count­less voic­es say
Christ has ris’n on East­er Day.

Up and down our lives obe­di­ent
Walk, dear Christ, with foot­steps ra­di­ant,
Till those gar­den lives shall be
Fair with du­ties done for Thee;
And our thank­ful spi­rits say,
Christ arose on East­er Day.