Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia !
THE strife is o'er, the battle done,
The victory of life is won;
The song of triumph has begun.
Alleluia !
2 The powers of death have done their worst,
But Christ their legions hath dispersed ;
Let shout of holy joy outburst,
Alleluia!
3 The three sad days are quickly sped,
He rises glorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head!
4 He closed the yawning gates of hell,
The bars from heaven's high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell,
Alleluia !
5 Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee, From death's dread sting Thy servants free, That we may live and sing to Thee,
Anon. (Latin.) Tr. F. Pott.
YE choirs of new Jerusalem,
Your sweetest notes employ,
The Paschal victory to hymn
In strains of holy joy.
2 For Judah's lion bursts His chains, Crushing the serpent's head,
And cries aloud through death's domains,
To wake the imprisoned dead.
3 Triumphant in His glory now,
To Him all power is given;
To Him in one communion bow
All saints in earth and heaven.
4 While we, His soldiers, praise our King,
His mercy we implore
Within His palace bright to bring,
And keep us evermore.
St. Fulbert of Chartres. Tr. R. Campbell.
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COME, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness,
God hath brought His Israel
Into joy from sadness;
Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters,
Led them with unmoistened foot
Thro' the Red Sea waters.
CHORUS - Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia !
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia !
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia !
2 'T is the spring of souls to-day,
Christ hath burst His prison,
And from three days' sleep in death
As a sun hath risen ;
All the winter of our sins,
Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to whom we give
Laud and praise undying.-Cho.
3 Now the queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendor,
With the royal feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render;
Comes to glad Jerusalem,
Who with true affection
Welcomes, in unwearied strains,
Jesus' resurrection.- Cho.
4 Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal,
Hold Thee as a mortal;
But to-day amidst the twelve
Thou didst stand, bestowing
That Thy peace, which evermore
Passeth human knowing.- Cho.
John of Damascus (8th Cent.) Tr. J. M. Neale.
JESUS Christ is ris'n to-day,
Who did once upon the cross,
Alleluia !
Suffer to redeem our loss.
2 Hymns of praise then let us sing
Unto Christ, our heavenly King,
Who endured the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.
Alleluia !
3 But the pains which He endured,
Our salvation have procured;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing,
Alleluia !
4 Now be God the Father praised,
With the Son, from death upraised,
And the Spirit, ever blest,
One true God, by all confessed.
Alleluia !
Anon. (Latin, 14th Cent.) Tr. Tate and Brady.
CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say,
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Alleluia !
Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply.
Alleluia!
2 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids Him rise,
Christ has opened paradise.
3 Lives again our glorious King:
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save :
Where thy victory, O grave?
4 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head.
Made like Him, like Him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
5 King of glory, Soul of bliss,
Everlasting life is this,
Thee to know, Thy power to prove,
Thus to sing, and thus to love.
ALLELUIA! Alleluia !
Hearts to heaven and voices raise;
Sing to God a hymn of gladness,
Sing to God a hymn of praise;
He who on the cross a victim
For the world's salvation bled,
Jesus Christ, the King of glory,
Now is risen from the dead.
2 Now the iron bars are broken,
Christ from death to life is born,
Glorious life, and life immortal,
On this holy Easter morn:
Christ has triumphed, and we conquer
By His mighty enterprise,
We with Him to life eternal
By His resurrection rise.
3 Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits
Of the holy harvest-field,
Which will all its full abundance
At His second coming yield:
Then the golden ears of harvest
Will their heads before Him wave,
Ripened by His glorious sunshine
From the furrows of the grave.
4 Christ is risen, we are risen !
Shed upon us heavenly grace,
Rain and dew and gleams of glory
From the brightness of Thy face;
That, with hearts in heaven dwelling,
We on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel-hands be gathered,
And be ever, Lord, with Thee.
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