The Resurrection

Arise, my soul, Faith's wings expand,
Soar upward to the Heav'nly Land;
Behold the great stone roll'd away'!
Thy Saviour's Resurrection Day I
A conqueror forth He came.
Death and the Gra%'e to shame,

Hark! hark! it is an angel's voice,
Who tidings brings that bid rejoice;
He stands by Death's wide-open'd door,
And cries "Christ lives for evermore!"
A conqueror forth He came,
Death and the Grave to shame.

O hallow'd Day! O blessed Day!
That all Death's darkness did affray;
Far-flaming still o'er all the world,
Strong Satan from his vast throne hurl'd:
A conqueror forth He came,
Death and the Grave to shame.

Thou Prince of Life! Thou Saviour dear!
For us in Heav'n Thou dost appear;
Nor need most tim'rous tremble now,
Since Faith beholds Thy crown-clasp'd brow;
A conqueror forth He came.
Death and the Grave to shame.

O Lord! do Thou help us to watch
That we Thy mighty word may catch,
" Because I live ye too shall live ":
What could more strong assurance give?
A conqueror forth He came.
Death and the Grave to shame.

Arise, my soul, Faith's wings expand.
Soar upward to the Heav'nly Land;
Behold thy Saviour's grave unbarr'd!
White-winged angels for His guard:
A conqueror forth He came,
Death and the Grave to shame.