Christ, the Lord, is risen today,
Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.
Love’s redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won.
Lo! our Sun’s eclipse is o’er;
Lo! He sets in blood no more.
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids Him rise;
Christ hath opened paradise.
Lives again our glorious King!
‘Where, O death, is now thy sting?’
Once He died our souls to save;
‘Where’s thy victory, boasting grave?’
Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
King of glory! Soul of bliss!
Everlasting life is this,
Thee to know, Thy power to prove,
Thus to sing, and thus to love.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88