Jesus has lived! and we would bring
The world’s glad thanks to­day;
And at His feet while an­thems ring,
The grate­ful of­fer­ing lay.

Jesus has lived! and His pure life
So per­fect and sub­lime,
Shall con­quer man’s dark sin and strife
Through ev­ery rank and clime.

Jesus has died! and o’er the stars
Gone home to God on high:
He burst the grave’s cold pri­son bars,
And said, Man can­not die.

Jesus yet lives! and from the sky
Where vic­to­ry He wrote,
Before the good man’s clos­ing eye,
Visions of glo­ry float.

Jesus yet lives! and oh! may we,
While in this val­ley dim,
So feel our im­mor­ta­li­ty,
That we may be like Him.