Blest Easter Day What Joy Is Thine
Blest Easter day, what joy is thine!
We praise, dear Lord, Thy Name divine,
For Thou hast triumphed o’er the tomb;
No more we need to dread its gloom.
The tree where Thou wast offered up
Now bears the fruit of life and hope:
Thy precious blood for us is shed,
Now we may feed on heav’nly bread.
We thank Thee, Jesus, that Thy hand
Has freed us from sin’s galling band;
No more its thralldome we need fear;
The year of liberty is here.
O Jesus Christ, God’s Son elect,
Our Paschal Lamb without defect,
To us Thou givest strength indeed,
In all our conflicts, all our need.
O grant, that as Thou didst arise,
We, too, with joy, may heavenward rise,
First from our sin, to love Thy way,
Then from the grave on that great Day.
All praise to Thee who from death’s might,
From carnal lust and sin’s dark plight
Redeemest me, that even I
May reach eternal life on high.