In tri­umph our Re­deem­er
Is now to life re­turned.
All praise to Him who, dy­ing,
Hath our sal­va­tion earned!
No more death’s fet­ter galls us,
The grave no more ap­palls us,
For Je­sus lives again.

In glo­ry Thou ap­pear­est,
And earth is filled with light;
With re­sur­rect­ion ra­di­ance
The ve­ry tomb is bright;
There’s joy in heav’n­ly places
When o’er all earth­ly rac­es
The dawn of mer­cy breaks.

Teach me with Thee to suf­fer,
With Thee to live and die,
In tri­al and temp­ta­tion
On Thy help to re­ly.
To them alone who suf­fered
With Thee the palm is of­fered
When our last fight is won.

When in the morn­ing watch­es
Of that last day of dread
Thou com­est in Thy glo­ry
To judge both quick and dead,
How sweet Thy pro­mise spok­en,
Thyself the liv­ing to­ken,
That death shall be no more.