Lift your glad voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man
Vain were the terrors that gathered around Him,
And short the
dominion of death and the grave;
He burst from the fetters of darkness that
Resplendent in glory to live and to save!
Loud was the chorus
of angels on high,
The Savior hath risen, and man shall not die.
Glory to God, in full anthems of joy;
The being He gave us death cannot
Sad were the life we must part with tomorrow,
If tears were our
birthright, and death were our end;
But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of
And bade us, immortal, to Heaven ascend:
Lift then your voices in
triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.