The morn had spread her crimson rays,
When rang the skies with shouts of praise;
Earth joined the joyful hymn swell,
That brought despair to vanquished hell.
He comes victorious from the grave,
The Lord omnipotent to save,
And brings with him the light of day
The Saints who long imprisoned lay.
Vain is the cavern’s threefold ward –
The stone, the seal, the armed guard;
O death, no more thine arm we fear,
The Victor’s tomb is now thy bier.
Enough of death, enough of tears,
Enough of sorrows and of fears!
O hear yon white-robed Angel cry,
“Death’s Conqueror lives, no more to die.”
With Christ we died, with Christ we rose,
When at the font his name we chose;
O let not sin our robes defile,
And turn to grief the Paschal smile.
To God the Father let us sing,
To God the Son, our risen King,
And equally let us adore
The Spirit, God forevermore.