Most glo­ri­ous Lord of life, that on this day
Didst make Thy tri­umph ov­er death and sin,
And hav­ing har­rowed hell, didst bring away
Captivity thence cap­tive, us to win.

This joy­ous day, dear Lord, with joy be­gin,
And grant that we may for whom Thou didst die,
Being with Thy dear blood clean washed from sin,
May live for­ev­er in fe­li­ci­ty.

And that Thy love we weigh­ing wor­thi­ly,
May likew­ise love Thee for the same again;
And for Thy sake, that all like dear didst buy,
With love may one ano­ther en­ter­tain.

So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought;
Love is the les­son which the Lord us taught.