1 Low in the grave He sleeps,
Cold in the tomb;
Now o’er my Savior sweeps
Death’s sable gloom;
Refrain:
Hark! I hear an angel voice:
He is not here, He’s risen.
Glory, glory! shout the joyful strain!
Christ is risen, evermore to reign!
Hallelujah! shout with every breath!
Christ has triumphed over death.
2 Closed are His pilgrim toils,
Suffering One;
Death now around Him coils,
God’s only Son. [Refrain]
3 Just as the dawn is seen,
With anxious feet,
Comes Mary Magdalene,
With spices sweet. [Refrain]
4 Jesus has conquered death,
Shout the glad strain!
Bursted its mighty bars,
Risen to reign. [Refrain]