The Lord is ris’n! the emp­ty tomb
Proclaims that Je­sus lives again;
The Lord is ris’n! the chill­ing gloom
The Prince of Life could not re­tain.
Let all the earth, from sea to sea,
In voice of sweet­est me­lo­dy,
Make known the Sav­ior’s vic­to­ry,
His won­drous pow’r pro­claim.
Let ev­ery tongue make haste and tell
His tri­umphs over death and hell,
And grate­ful­ly each an­them swell,
And mag­ni­fy His name.

The Lord is ris’n! the Lord is King,
He comes in tri­umph from the dead;
The Lord is ris’n! re­joice and sing,
Captivity is cap­tive led,
He rose a vic­tor o’er the grave,
And proofs of so­ve­reign might He gave,
And pledge of pow’r the lost to save
From death’s cap­ti­vi­ty.
By faith my heart to Him would cling,
In hope my lips ex­ult­ant sing;
To Heav’n each trust­ing soul He’ll bring—
His glo­ry I shall see.