Songs of glad­ness; songs of praise
To God on high be giv­en,
Songs of tri­umph let us raise,
For death’s dark chains are riv­en.
Night and gloom hung dark and drea­ry
O’er the world that so­lemn night;
Weeping friends with watch­ing wea­ry,
Sought the tomb at morn­ing light.

As the sun through east­ern skies
Breaks forth as from a pri­son,
So our doubts, our dark­ness flies,
For Christ our Lord is ris­en.
Angels bright with heav’n­ly glo­ry
Shining through the nar­row room,
Stayed to tell the won­drous sto­ry:
Seek Him not with­in the tomb.

While the birds with cheer­ful song
Rejoice that spring is break­ing
After win­ter, cold and long,
Our earth to life awak­ing.
Never more with doubt and sad­ness,
But with praise and sweet ac­cord.
With deep joy and heart­felt glad­ness
Let us seek our ris­en Lord.