Yes, the Redeemer rose:

The Saviour left the dead,

And o’er his hellish foes

High raised his conquering head:

In wild dismay,

The guards around

Fall to the ground,

And sink away.

2 Lo! the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,

To wait his high commands,

And worship at his feet:

Joyful they come,

And wing their way

From realms of day

To Jesus’ tomb.

3 Then back to heaven they fly,

The joyful news to bear;

Hark! as they soar on high

What music fills the air:

Their anthems say,

Jesus who bled

Has left the dead—

He rose to-day!

4 You mortals, catch the sound,

Redeemed by him from hell,

And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell:

Transported cry,

Jesus who bled

Has left the dead

No more to die!

5 All hail! triumphant Lord,

Who saved us by thy blood:

Wide be thy name adored,

Thou reigning Son of God!

With thee we rise,

With thee we reign,

And kingdoms gain

Beyond the skies.