Our Risen Lord Again We Greet,
Radiant From Death, And Sin Laid Low;
And, Tho’ With Scars On Hands And Feet,
The Victor’s Wreath’s Upon His Brow.

O Blessed Christ, This Easter Day,
Victorious To Our Life Return;
Walk With Us Thro’ Its Every Way,
Till Our Hearts, Too, Within Us Burn.

We Hear Again The Angels Say,
The Lord Is Risen, He Is Not Here;
And Far And Wide Proclaim Today
With Joyful Hearts The Message Clear.

O Glorious Day That Gives Us Back
In Triumph Clad Our Blessed Dead!
That Smiles On Graves And Grief’s So Black
That Hope Before Them Quails In Dread.