Christians, on this happy day
Haste with joy your vows to pay;
Christ the Lord is ris'n on high,
Now He lives no more to die.
Say, O wond'ring Mary, say,
What thou sawest on thy way?
"I beheld, where Christ had lain,
Empty tomb and angels twain;
I beheld the glory bright
Of the rising Lord of light:
Christ my hope is ris'n again,
Now He lives, and lives to reign."
Christ, who once for sinners bled,
Now the firstborn from the dead,
Thron'd in endless might and power,
Lives and reigns for evermore.
Hail, eternal Hope on high!
Hail, Thou King of victory!
Hail, Thou Prince of life ador'd!
Help and save us, gracious Lord!
Easter Hymn.
(II.)
O filii et filiæ.
Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!
The King of glory, King ador'd,
This day Himself from death restor'd.
All in the early morning grey
Went holy women on their way,
To see the tomb where Jesus lay.
