In the bonds of death He lay,
Who for our of­fense was slain,
But the Lord is ris­en to­day,
Christ hath brought us life again;
Wherefore let us all re­joice,
Singing loud with cheer­ful voice.

Of the sons of men was none
Who could break the bonds of death,
Sin this mis­chief dire had done,
Innocent was none on earth;
Wherefore death grew strong and bold,
Death would all men cap­tive hold.

Jesus Christ, God’s only Son,
Came at last our foe to smite,
All our sins away hath done,
Done away death’s pow­er and right;
Only the form of death is left,
Of his sting he is be­reft.

’Twas a won­drous war, I trow,
When life and death to­ge­ther fought,
But life hath tri­umphed o’er his foe,
Death is mocked, and set at naught;
Yea, ’tis as the Scrip­ture saith,
Christ through death hath con­quered death.

Now our Pasch­al lamb is He,
And by Him alone we live,
Who to death up­on the tree
For our sake Him­self did give.
Faith His blood strikes on our door,
Death dares ne­ver harm us more.

On this day, most blest of days,
Let us keep high fes­ti­val,
For our God hath showed His grace,
And our sun hath ris­en on all,
And our hearts re­joice to see
Sin and night be­fore Him flee.

To the sup­per of the Lord
Gladly will we come to­day;
The word of peace is now re­stored,
The old lea­ven is put away;
Christ will be our food alone,
Faith no life but His doth own.