He is risen, he is risen,

Tell it out with joyful voice:

He has burst his three days' prison;

Let the whole wide earth rejoice:

Death is conquered, man is free,

Christ has won the victory.

Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted,

With glad smile and radiant brow:

Lent's long shadows have departed;

All his woes are over now,

And the passion that he bore:

Sin and pain can vex no more.

Come, with high and holy hymning,

Chant our Lord's triumphant lay;

Not one darksome cloud is dimming

Yonder glorious morning ray,

Breaking o'er the purple east,

Symbol of our Easter feast.

He is risen, he is risen;

He hath opened heaven's gate:

We are free from sin's dark prison,

Risen to a holier state;

And a brighter Easter beam

On our longing eyes shall stream.