Again the Lord’s own day is here,
The day to Chris­tian people dear,
As, week by week, it bids them tell
How Je­sus rose from death and hell.

For by His flock their Lord de­clared
His re­sur­rect­ion should be shared;
And we who trust in Him to save
With Him are ris­en from the grave.

We, one and all, of Him pos­sessed,
Are with ex­ceed­ing trea­sures blessed,
For all He did, and all He bare,
He gives us as our own to share.

Eternal glo­ry, rest on high,
A bless­èd im­mor­ta­li­ty,
True peace and glad­ness, and a throne,
Are all His gifts, and all our own.

And there­fore un­to Thee we sing,
O Lord of peace, eter­nal King;
Thy love we praise, Thy name ad­ore,
Both on this day and ev­er­more.