Christ is ris­en! lift the song
Of our East­er glad­ness;
With the bright tri­um­phant throng,
Cast away all sad­ness.
Springtide flow­ers tell us how
We must leave the sigh­ing,
As we pass the sor­row now,
Of our earth­ly dy­ing.

Lo, the Ma­ries in the gloom
Weeping, bowed with sor­row,
Little dream­ing at the tomb
What their joy to­mor­row.
Whom they sought—the Lord—they found
Now no more in sad­ness;
Where did woe and grief abound
There He brought the glad­ness!

Lo, in all our sor­rows here,
Often deep re­pin­ing,
Through all doubt and dark­some fear
Easter sun is shin­ing;
Wherefore now on things ab­ove
Set we our af­fect­ion,
Know the pow­er of Jesus’ love
By His re­sur­rect­ion.

Gladsome birds, fresh breez­es tell
With the sun­ny wea­ther
That dear creed we love so well
All things rise to­ge­ther.
So the an­gels joy­ful­ly
Taught the won­drous sto­ry,
Christ is ris’n! To Ga­li­lee,
Go and preach His glo­ry.