1 Christ the Father's will has done,
Has immortal glory won;
All his pains and toils are past,
His reward shall ever last.

2 Conquer'd by our glorious King,
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Endless life in Christ we have,
Where thy victory, then, O grave?

3 Rais'd with him, constrain'd by love,
Seek we hence the things above;
Where he reigns th' exalted Son,
Seated on his father's throne.

4 Hail! thou Lord of earth and heaven,
Unto thee all praise be given;
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the resurrection--thou!