When You ascended on high, You led captives in Your train.@Psalm 68:18
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Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Fan­ny Cros­by, in Bright Mel­o­dies, ed­it­ed by John R. Swe­ney & How­ard Ent­wisle (Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia & Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: John J. Hood, 1899), page 79. Some hym­nals give the au­thor as Ida Scott Tay­lor, one of Fan­ny’s pseu­do­nyms.

J. How­ard Ent­wisle (🔊 pdf nwc).

The earth was filled with peace and light,
When Christ arose;
The heavens trembled at the sight,
When Christ arose;
The sea rejoiced along the sands,
The vernal valleys clapped their hands,
The mountains sang, and all the lands,
When Christ arose.

The tomb was empty where He lay,
When Christ arose;
And angels rolled the stone away,
When Christ arose;
A sound of triumph thrilled the air,
The glorious tidings to declare,
And there was gladness ev’rywhere,
When Christ arose.

The soul of man was born anew,
When Christ arose;
The cross divine appeared in view,
When Christ arose;
A glorious light from heaven streamed,
And from the cross a radiance beamed,
For ev’ry spirit was redeemed,
When Christ arose.