Lift your glad voices in triumph on high,
For Je­sus hath ris­en, and man can­not die!
Vain were the ter­rors that ga­thered around Him,
And short the do­min­ion of death and the grave;
He burst from the fet­ters of dark­ness that bound Him,
Resplendent in glo­ry to live and to save!
Loud was the chor­us of angels on high,
The Sav­ior hath ris­en, and man shall not die!

Glory to God, in full an­thems of joy!
The be­ing He gave us death can­not de­stroy:
Sad were the life we must part with to­mor­row,
If tears were our birth­right, and death were our end;
But Je­sus hath cheered the dark val­ley of sorrow,
And bade us, im­mor­tal, to Hea­ven as­cend:
Lift then your voic­es in tri­umph on high,
For Je­sus hath ris­en, and man shall not die.