If Angels Sang Our Saviour’s Birth,
On That Most Blessed Morn,
Then Let Us Imitate Their Mirth,
Now He Again Is Born.

Surrexit Christus Hodie,
Surrexit Pro Nobis;
Surrexit Christus Hodie,
Gloria, Jesu Domino!

Grieve Not, Vain Man, Who Mortal Art,
That Thou To Earth Must Fall;
It Was His Portion, ‘Twas His Part
Of Him Who Made Us All.

Himself He Humbled To The Grave,
Made Flesh Like Us To Show,
That We As Certainly Shall Have,
A Resurrection Too.

Then With Perpetual Hymns Let Christ,
Who From The Dead Was Raised,
With Father And The Holy Ghost,
Eternally Be Praised.