1 Hark! bright an­gels sweet­ly sing
In the glo­ri­ous East­er sky,
How from death the Lord our king
Rose hence­forth no more to die,
Rose hence­forth no more to die.

2 Vainly sol­diers tried to hold
Holy Je­sus in the grave,
Sealed the stone, as they were told,
At the en­trance to the cave,
At the en­trance to the cave.

3 For on this day, Je­sus said,
He would rise in tri­umph high;
Rise all glo­ri­ous from the dead,
Clothed with light and ma­jes­ty,
Clothed with light and ma­jes­ty.

4 We must die as Je­sus died,
But we hope with Him to rise—
And in bo­dies glo­ri­fied,
Reign with Him be­yond the skies,
Reign with Him be­yond the skies.

5 Alleluia! ev­er­more,
Alleluia! an­gels sing,
Alleluia! we adore
Thee, O Christ, our God, and king,
Thee, O Christ, our God, and king!