Wake the echoes sweetly singing,
Hail this time of jubilee!
He who rose from death triumphant
Brings us glorious liberty.
Praise and adoration bring;
Open wide your close-barred heart-doors
For the mighty Victor King!
All our dreary fears have vanished,
Heav’nly visions fill the way;
From the tomb of light eternal
Comes the Lord of Life today.
Wake the echoes, angel voices
Swell the chords of joy on high;
We on earth repeat the chorus;
Praise to Him who ne’er shall die.