On wings of living light,

At earliest dawn of day,

Came down the angel bright,

And rolled the stone away.

Your voices raise with one accord

To bless and praise your risen Lord.

The keepers watching near,

At that dread sight and sound,

Fell down with sudden fear

Like dead men to the ground.

Then rose from death's dark gloom,

Unseen by mortal eye,

Triumphant o'er the tomb,

The Lord of earth and sky!

O let your hearts be strong!

For we, like him, shall rise,

To dwell with him ere long

In bliss beyond the skies.