The Sun of right­eous­ness ap­pears,
To set in blood no more!
Adore the Heal­er of your fears,
Your ris­ing Sun adore.

The saints, when He re­signed His breath,
Unclosed their sleep­ing eyes;
He breaks again the bonds of death,
Again the dead arise.

Alone the dread­ful race He ran,
Alone the wine press trod,
He died and suf­fered as a man,
He rises as a God.

In vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Forbid an ear­ly rise,
To Him who breaks the gates of hell,
And opens pa­ra­dise.