We sing to­day our Eas­ter hymn,
Our glad ho­san­nas ring­ing,
With che­ru­bim and se­ra­phim
Our meed of prais­es bring­ing;
We will for­get the night of woe
When Christ our Lord lay slain,
And on­ly chant the joy we know
That He doth live again.

He con­quered all that did op­pose,
With fiend and de­mon war­ring,
And brave­ly bat­tled ’gainst our foes
With wounds His vis­age mar­ring.
He met, at length, the last of all,
That dread­ed foe called Death,
And on the cross did seem to fall
Beneath his nox­ious breath.

But now, to­day we sing the song
Which tells His tri­umph o’er him,
Death could not hold the Mas­ter long,
And so gave way be­fore Him.
Then car­ol with a grate­ful heart
For all that Christ hath done,
His break­ing Sa­tan’s fierc­est dart,
For life that He hath won.