Let us tell the sto­ry,
How shame led on to glo­ry;
How the Foe de­fy­ing,
Joy was born from sigh­ing,
Strength from weak­ness, liv­ing sprang from dy­ing:
The Lord is King—the Lord bears sway:
The Lord hath made this glor­ious day
Of East­er.

Now up­on Mount Si­on
Upriseth Ju­dah’s Li­on;
Now His might He show­eth,
Mighty ones o’er­throw­eth,
Conq’ring and to con­quer, forth He go­eth:
And Heav’n ab­ove and Earth be­low
One com­mon Al­le­lu­ia know
At East­er.

Every earth­ly bat­tle
Is fought with ar­mor’s ra­ttle.
And with war-steeds pranc­ing,
And with hel­mets glanc­ing,
And with pen­nons in the breez­es danc­ing:
Another foe, ano­ther fight,
Was fought be­fore the morn­ing light
At East­er.

Single war­fare wag­ing,
Embattled hosts en­gag­ing,
He, by none as­sist­ed.
He, by all re­sist­ed,
Met and con­quered Hell, for con­flict list­ed;
On Fri­day last His sword He drew;
The van­quished foe He ov­er­threw
At East­er.