What Glorious Truth Is This


What glorious truth is this,
That fills the soul with bliss,
The Lord is risen,-a victor o’er the grave, a victor o’er the grave;
The stone is now unsealed,
And Death is made to yield:
The Lord of life! he lives! mighty to save.

The Lord is risen indeed,
Come, sorrowing ones and feed
On this life-giving, blessed truth today, this blessed truth today;
Hope o’er your cherished dead,
Hope, though your hearts have bled,
The Lord of life! he lives! mighty to save.

The Lord is risen indeed,
Bright gem of Christian creed,
Shine on our souls and banish ev’ry fear, and banish ev’ry fear,
For death’s dark tomb is riven
By Christ, the King of heaven,
The Lord of life! he lives! mighty to save.

The Lord is risen indeed,
Strength for our time of need
Are in these words that give us life and light, that give us life and light;
Rejoice, my soul, and sing,
With earth’s returning spring,
The Lord of life! he lives! mighty to save.