Hallelujah! Je­sus lives!
He is now the Liv­ing One;
From the gloomy halls of death
Christ, the Con­quer­or, has gone,
Bright fore­run­ner to the skies
Of His peo­ple, yet to rise.

Jesus lives! Why do you weep?
Why that sad and mourn­ful sigh?
He who died our bro­ther here
Lives our bro­ther still on high.
Lives for­ev­er to be­stow
Blessings on His church below.

Jesus lives! And thus, my soul,
Life eter­nal waits for you;
Joined to Him, your liv­ing head,
Where He is, you shall be, too;
With the Lord, at His right hand,
As a victor you shall stand.

Jesus lives! Let all re­joice.
Praise Him, ran­somed of the earth.
Praise Him in a nob­ler song,
Cherubim of hea­ven­ly birth.
Praise the vic­tor King, whose sway
Sin and death and hell ob­ey.

Jesus lives! To Him my heart
Draws with ev­er new de­light.
Earthly va­ni­ties, de­part,
Hinder not my hea­ven­ward flight.
Let this spi­rit ev­er rise
To its mag­net in the skies.

Hallelujah! An­gels, sing!
Join with us in hymns of praise.
Let your cho­rus swell the strain
Which our feeb­ler voic­es raise;
Glory to our God above
And on earth His peace and love!