The Resurrection of CHRIST. Luke xxiv. 34

Yes, the Redeemer rose; The Saviour left the Dead; And o'er our hellish Foes High rais'd his conqu'ring Head: In wild Dismay The Guards around Fell to the Ground, And sunk away.

Lo, the angelick Bands In full Assembly meet, To wait his high Commands, And worship at his Feet: Joyful they come, And wing their Way From Realms of Day To such a Tomb.

Then back to Heav'n they fly, And the glad Tidings bear: Hark! as they soar on high What Musick fills the Air! Their Anthems say, "Jesus who bled "Hath left the Dead; "He rose to-day".

Ye Mortals, catch the Sound, Redeem'd by him from Hell; And send the Eccho round The Globe on which you dwell: Transported cry, "Jesus who bled "Hath left the Dead "No more to die".

All-hail, triumphant Lord, Who sav'st us with thy Blood! Wide be thy Name ador'd, Thou rising, reigning God! With Thee we rise, With Thee we reign, And Empires gain Beyond the Skies.