Joy dawned again on East­er Day,
The sun shone out with fair­er ray,
When, to their long­ing eyes re­stored
Th’Apos­tles saw their ris­en Lord.

His ris­en flesh with ra­di­ance glowed;
His wound­ed hands and feet He showed:
Those scars their si­lent wit­ness gave
That Christ was ris­en from the grave.

O Je­sus, King of gen­tle­ness,
Do Thou our in­most hearts pos­sess;
And we to Thee will ev­er raise
The trib­ute of our grate­ful praise.

Jesus who art the Lord of all,
In this our East­er fes­ti­val
From ev­ery wea­pon death can wield
Thine own re­deemed, Thy peo­ple, shield.

All praise, O ris­en Lord, we give
To Thee, who dead, again dost live;
To God the Fa­ther eq­ual praise,
And God the Ho­ly Ghost, we raise.