Morn’s ro­se­ate hues have decked the sky;
The Lord has ris­en with vic­to­ry:
Let earth be glad, and raise the cry,
Alleluia!

The Prince of Life with death has striv’n,
To cleanse the earth His blood has giv’n;
Has rent the veil, and op­ened Heav’n:
Alleluia!

And He, the wheat-corn, sown in earth,
Has giv’n a glo­ri­ous har­vest-birth,
Rejoice, and sing with ho­ly mirth:
Alleluia!

And he, dear Lord, that with Thee dies,
And flesh­ly pas­sions cru­ci­fies,
In bo­dy, like to Thine, shall rise:
Alleluia!

O grant us then, with Thee to die,
To spurn earth’s fleet­ing va­ni­ty,
And love the things above the sky:
Alleluia!

Oh, praise the Fa­ther, and the Son,
Who has for us the tri­umph won,
And ho­ly Ghost—the Three in One:
Alleluia!