By A Collection of Hymns

      1 THE foe behind, the deep before,
      Our hosts have dared and passed the sea:
      And Pharaoh's warriors strew the shore,
      And Israel's ransomed tribes are free.

      2 Lift up, lift up your voices now!
      The whole wide world rejoices now!
      The Lord hath triumphed gloriously!
      The Lord shall reign victoriously!

      3 Happy morrow,
      Turning sorrow
      Into peace and mirth!
      Bondage ending,
      Love descending
      O'er the earth!

      4 Seals assuring,
      Guards securing,
      Watch his earthly prison.
      Seals are shattered,
      Guards are scattered,
      Christ hath risen!

      5 No longer must the mourners weep,
      Nor call departed Christians dead;
      For death is hallowed into sleep,
      And every grave becomes a bed.

      6 Now once more
      Eden's door
      Open stands to mortal eyes;
      For Christ hath risen, and man shall rise!

      7 Now at last,
      Old things past,
      Hope, and joy, and peace begin;
      For Christ hath won, and man shall win!

      8 It is not exile, rest on high:
      It is not sadness, peace from strife;
      To fall asleep is not to die:
      To dwell with Christ is better life.

      9 Where our banner leads us,
      We may safely go:
      Where our Chief precedes us,
      We may face the foe.

      10 His right arm is o'er us,
      He our guide will be:
      Christ hath gone before us,
      Christians, follow ye!