He That Was Dead is Alive, and Liveth Forever

Verse 1

Our glorious Lord is ris'n indeed! Death, conquer'd, lost its prize; The grave surrender'd him with speed, When he assay'd to rise.

Verse 2

In vain the soldiers watch his tomb, When heav'nly forms appear; The Roman eagle's overcome, The soldiers die with fear.

Verse 3

An angel's form before them stood; His face like lightning shone; Commission'd from the Father God, To roll away the stone.

Verse 4

Up rose the Saviour from the dead! Down all opposers fell: Satan in chains of triumph led, Trampling on death and hell.

Verse 5

To banish his disciples fears, He prov'd himself alive, By all his wounds and bloody scars; Then did their hearts revive.

Verse 6

With them, will we our Lord adore; For them, and us he di'd: He lives, he lives, and dies no more! Hence we are justify'd.

Verse 7

Nor is our faith, nor preaching vain; Nor in our sins are we; Since Christ, our head, is ris'n again; And, rising, set us free.

Verse 8

Who shall condemn? lo Jesus died, Yea, rather lives for us; He with himself hath crucifi'd Our sins upon the cross.

Verse 9

Hail, risen Saviour! thee we hail, Who, by Almighty pow'r, Didst over death and hell prevail; We bless the glorious hour.

Verse 10

High on thy father David's throne, Forever live and reign; 'Till by thine own right hand alone, Thy ev'ry foe be slain.