This day the Lord is risen

This day the Lord is risen
Our light and life to be,
And the grave's gloomy prison
Is burst, and we are free!
Death may not hold us longer
Than 'till His voice shall call,
'Tis strong — but Christ is stronger,
For He is Lord of all!

He gave His life to buy us
From sin and death and pain,
With blessings to supply us
He took that life again:
And now He waits in glory
To meet His own above,
Come, sinners, sing the story
Of His redeeming love.

His precious blood — the payment —
Salvation He hath won,
Come, put the seamless raiment
Of His redemption on:
And when this world deceiving
Distracts you with its strife, —
O come to Christ believing,
Come that ye may have life!

How sweet the path of duty
When walking with the Lord,
We see Christ in His beauty,
And live upon His word!
Earth hath no scene of sadness
This hope could fail to cheer,
Nor one bright hour of gladness
It would not make more dear.

This day the Lord is risen
Our light and life to be,
And the grave's gloomy prison
Is burst, — and we are free!
Death may not hold us longer
Than 'till His voice shall call,
'Tis strong — but Christ is stronger,
For He is Lord of all!