The Lord, who late was dead,
Now lives; then haste away,
And through the world the tid­ings spread,
The Lord is ris’n to­day.

While foes are filled with fear;
His joy­ful friends may say,
What glo­ri­ous news is this we hear?
The Lord is ris’n to­day.

His tri­umph is com­plete,
Let all His peo­ple say;
And let ten thou­sand tongues re­peat,
The Lord is ris’n to­day.

Let all His peo­ple sing,
For well His peo­ple may;
The theme is sweet; of hope the spring,
The Lord is ris’n to­day.

On Him our souls re­ly,
Desponding thoughts away;
We know ’tis true, and sing with joy,
The Lord is ris’n to­day.