All na­ture is sleep­ing,
The world’s wrapped in death;
E’en the winds in their sigh­ing
Have hushed their sad breath;
For the God who had made them
Lies still in death’s sleep,
And His heart­brok­en fol­low­ers
Can but trem­ble and weep.

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O sing it! O shout it!
This won­drous refrain,
Our Lord is tri­um­phant,
The Lamb that was slain;
He the vic­t’ry has won
Over death and the grave,
Henceforth and for­ev­er
The mighty to save.

How sad­ly they ga­ther
In dark­ness and gloom,
For He whom they loved
Is now locked in the tomb;
They wait in that cham­ber,
They know not for what,
How bur­dened their hearts are,
How hard seems their lot.

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But hark! now while sit­ting
In si­lence and fears,
The sound of glad voic­es
Breaks forth on their ears;
’Tis the wo­men whose love led
Them forth in the night,
And Je­sus now bids them
To haste with the light.

Refrain

He’s ris­en! He’s ris­en!
Hear the wo­men’s glad cry;
He’s ris­en! He’s ris­en!
No more will He die;
Go forth, glad ev­an­gel,
Go forth in your might;
The Sav­ior has called you,
O haste with the light.

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