O Joyful Sound O Glorious Hour

O joyful sound! O glorious hour
When Christ by his almighty power
Arose and left the grave!
Now let our songs his triumph tell
Who broke the chains of death and Hell,
And ever lives to save.

He lives, he lives,
I know that my redeemer lives.

The first-begotten of the dead,
For us he rose, our glorious head,
Immortal life to bring.
What though the saints like him shall die,
They share their leader’s victory,
And triumph with their King.

No more we tremble at the grave;
For he who died our souls to save
Will raise our bodies too.
What though this earthly house shall fail,
The Saviour’s power will yet prevail
And build it up anew.