Jesus Risen

All hail! dear Conqueror! all hail!
Oh what a victory is Thine!
How beautiful Thy strength appears,
Thy crimson Wounds, how bright they shine!
Thou earnest at the dawn of day;
Armies of souls around Thee were,

Blest spirits, thronging to adore
Thy Flesh, so marvellous, so fair.
The everlasting Godhead lay
Shrouded within those Limbs Divine,
Nor left untenanted one hour
That sacred Human Heart of Thine.

They worshipped Thee, those ransomed souls,
With the fresh strength of love set free;
They worshipped joy
ously, and thought
Of Mary while they
looked on Thee.

And Thou, too, Soul of Jesus! Thou
Towards that sacred Flesh didst yearn,
And for the beatings of that Heart
How ardently Thy love did burn.
They worshipped, while the beau teous Soul
Paused by the Body's wounded Side: -

Bright flashed the cave, - - before them stood
The Living Jesus Glorified.
Down, down, all lofty things on earth,
And worship Him with joyous dread!
O Sin! thou art outdone by Love!
Death! thou art discomfited!

Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts,
How sang the angelic choirs that day,
When from His tomb the imprisoned God,
Like the strong sunrise, broke away?
Oh I am burning so with love,
I fear lest I should make too free;

Let me be silent and adore
Thy glorified Humanity.
Ah! now Thou sendest me sweet tears;
Fluttered with love, my spirits fail,
What shall I say? Thou know st my heart;
All hail! dear Conqueror! all hail!