Yes, the Re­deem­er rose;
The Sav­ior left the dead,
And o’er our hell­ish foes
High raised His con­quer­ing head.
In wild dis­may the guards around,
Fall to the ground and sank away.

Lo! the an­gel­ic bands
In full as­sem­bly meet,
To wait His high com­mands
And wor­ship at His feet.
Joyful they come and wing their way
From realms of day to such a tomb.

Then back to Heav’n they fly
And the glad tid­ings bear:
Hark! as they soar on high
What mu­sic fills the air!
Their an­thems say, Je­sus, who bled,
Hath left the dead, He rose to­day.

Ye mor­tals, catch the sound,
Redeemed by Him from hell;
And send the ec­ho round
The globe on which you dwell:
Transported, cry, Je­sus, who bled,
Hath left the dead, no more to die.

All hail! tri­um­phant Lord,
Who sav’st us with Thy blood;
Wide be Thy name adored,
Thou ris­ing, reign­ing God!
With Thee we rise, with Thee we reign,
And em­pires gain be­yond the skies.