The Lord Has Risen

Verse 1

Awake, glad soul! awake! awake! Thy Lord has risen long; Go to His grave, and with thee take Both tuneful heart and song; Where life is waking all around, Where love’s sweet voices sing, The first bright blossom may be found Of an eternal spring.

Verse 2

And every bird and every tree, And every opening flower, Proclaim His glorious victory, His resurrection power; The folds are glad, the fields rejoice, With vernal beauty spread, The little hills lift up their voice And shout that death is dead.

Verse 3

Then wake, glad heart! awake! awake And seek thy risen Lord; Joy in His resurrection take, And comfort in his word; And let thy life, through all its ways, One long thanksgiving be, Its theme of joy, its song of praise, ‘Christ died, and rose for me.’