By A Collection of Hymns

      7s.
      1 "CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,"
      Sons of men and angels say!
      Raise your joys and triumphs high:
      Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply.

      2 Love's redeeming work is done;
      Fought the fight, the battle won:
      Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er,
      Lo! he sets in blood no more!

      3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
      Christ hath burst the gates of hell:
      Death in vain forbids his rise,
      Christ hath opened Paradise.

      4 Lives again our glorious King!
      Where, O death, is now thy sting?
      Once he died our souls to save;
      Where's thy victory, boasting grave

      5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
      Following our exalted Head:
      Made like him, like him we rise,
      Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

      6 King of glory! Soul of bliss!
      Everlasting life is this,
      Thee to know, thy power to prove,
      Thus to sing, and thus to love.