Alleluia, alleluia
Hearts to Heaven and voices raise
Sing to God a hymn of gladness
Sing to God a hymn of praise
He, who on the cross a victim
For the world’s salvation bled
Jesus Christ, the King of glory
Now is risen from the dead
Now the iron bars are broken
Christ from death to life is born
Glorious life, and life immortal
On the holy Easter morn
Christ has triumphed, and we conquer
By His mighty enterprise
We with Him to life eternal
By His resurrection rise
Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits
Of the holy harvest field
Which will all its full abundance
At His second coming yield
The golden ears of harvest
Will their heads before Him wave
Ripened by His glorious sunshine
From the furrows of the grave
Christ is risen, we are risen
Shed upon us heav’nly grace
Rain and dew and gleams of glory
From the brightness of Thy face
That we, with our hearts in Heaven
Here on earth may fruitful be
And by angel hands be gathered
And be ever, Lord, with Thee
Alleluia, alleluia
Glory be to God on high
Alleluia! to the Savior
Who has gained the victory
Alleluia! to the Spirit
Fount of love and sanctity
Alleluia, alleluia
To the Triune Majesty