Angels tell the joy­ful sto­ry
Of the re­sur­rect­ion day;
They alone be­held the glo­ry
When the bars of death gave way;
Hear them say­ing, He is ris­en;
Seek Him not among the dead.
They be­held the emp­ty pri­son,
Death in chains was cap­tive led.
Hear them say­ing, He is ris­en;
Seek Him not among the dead.
They be­held the emp­ty pri­son,
Death in chains was cap­tive led.

Sing His prais­es, O ye mor­tals,
Strew the earth with ver­nal flow­ers;
Jesus pass­es through death’s por­tals,
Rises o’er its gloomy pow­ers;
Angel guards the way at­tend­ing,
Lo, He goes to dwell on high;
Seraphs there, be­fore Him bend­ing,
Chant His prais­es in the sky.
Angel guards the way at­tend­ing,
Lo, He goes to dwell on high;
Seraphs there, before Him bend­ing,
Chant His prais­es in the sky.

Gracious Sav­ior, live for­ev­er,
Victor o’er the prince of night;
And from Thee no pow­er can sev­er
What is Thine by blood-bought right;
Thine the king­dom, Thine the glo­ry,
Fairest of the hea­ven­ly train;
Ours the joy to wait be­fore Thee,
Till we rise with Thee to reign.
Thine the king­dom, Thine the glo­ry,
Fairest of the hea­ven­ly train;
Ours the joy to wait be­fore Thee,
Till we rise with Thee to reign.