The Lord Who Late Was Dead


The Lord, who late was dead,
Now lives; then haste away,
And through the world the tidings spread,
The Lord is ris’n today.

While foes are filled with fear;
His joyful friends may say,
What glorious news is this we hear?
The Lord is ris’n today.

His triumph is complete,
Let all His people say;
And let ten thousand tongues repeat,
The Lord is ris’n today.

Let all His people sing,
For well His people may;
The theme is sweet; of hope the spring,
The Lord is ris’n today.

On Him our souls rely,
Desponding thoughts away;
We know ’tis true, and sing with joy,
The Lord is ris’n today.