1 Now dawning glows the day of days;
All Heaven resounds with songs of praise!
From earth loud shouts of triumph rise
And hell beneath with groans replies.

2 For He, the mighty King of day,
Hath crushed proud death’s unlawful sway,
And, marching through that dark domain,
He broke the weary prisoner’s chain.

3 Fierce soldiers o’er His tomb kept guard;
A mighty stone the entrance barred;
But, bursting from His prison, He rose
Triumphant o’er His baffled foes.

4 Loosed are the pains of hell this hour;
Death over life hath lost his power;
"The Lord is risen," the angel said,
"Why seek the living ’mid the dead?"

5 Thou gracious King and Lord of day,
Dwell Thou within our hearts, we pray;
So from Thine own shall grateful praise
Rise to Thy throne through all our days.