Christ Je­sus lay in death’s strong bands,
For our of­fens­es given;
But now at God’s right hand He stands,
And brings us life from Hea­ven.
Wherefore let us joy­ful be,
And sing to God right thank­ful­ly
Loud songs of Al­le­lu­ia! Al­le­lu­ia!

No son of man could con­quer death,
Such mis­chief sin had wrought us,
For in­no­cence dwelt not on earth,
And there­fore death had brought us
Into thrall­dom from of old
And ev­er grew more strong and bold
And kept us in his bond­age. Al­le­lu­ia!

But Je­sus Christ, God’s on­ly Son,
To our low state des­cend­ed,
The cause of death He has un­done,
His pow­er for­ev­er end­ed,
Ruined all his right and claim
And left him no­thing but the name,
His sting is lost for­ev­er. Al­le­lu­ia!

It was a strange and dread­ful strife
When life and death con­tend­ed;
The vic­to­ry re­mained with life;
The reign of death was end­ed.
Stripped of pow­er, no more it reigns,
An emp­ty form alone re­mains
Death’s sting is lost for­ev­er! Al­le­lu­ia!

Here the true Pas­chal Lamb we see,
Whom God so free­ly gave us;
He died on the ac­curs­èd tree—
So strong His love!—to save us.
See, His blood doth mark our door;
Faith points to it, death pass­es ov­er,
And Sa­tan can­not harm us. Al­le­lu­ia!

So let us keep the fes­tiv­al
Where to the Lord in­vites us;
Christ is Him­self the joy of all,
The sun that warms and lights us.
By His grace He doth im­part
Eternal sun­shine to the heart;
The night of sin is end­ed! Al­le­lu­ia!

Then let us feast this East­er day
On the true bread of Hea­ven;
The Word of grace hath purged away
The old and wick­ed leaven.
Christ alone our souls will feed;
He is our meat and drink in­deed;
Faith lives up­on no other! Al­le­lu­ia!