The Saviour risen to-day we praise,

In concert with the blest;

For now we see his work complete,

And enter into rest.

2 On this first day a brighter scene

Of glory was displayed

By the Creating Word, than when

The universe was made.

3 He rises who mankind has bought

With grief and pain extreme:

’Twas great to speak the world from nought,

’Twas greater to redeem.

4 How vain the stone, the watch, the seal!

Nought can forbid his rise:

’Tis he who shuts the gates of hell,

And opens Paradise.