1 To break the chains of sin and death,
Our glorious Jesus yields his breath;
How strange the conquest, strange to tell,
By death he conquers death and hell.

2 While standing in the sinner's stead,
Billows of wrath roll e'er his head;
Light from the Godhead is withdrawn,
And Jesus drinks the cup alone.

3 Legions of angels fill the skies,
While our Redeemer bleeds and dies;
All nature reels beneath the load,
And trembling speaks the wrath of God.

4 The rocks are with convulsions torn,
And all the heav'ns in sackcloth mourn;
But lo! when the third morning comes,
Emmanuel rising, leaves the tombs.

5 The rising God let angels sing,
The heavens with Hallelujahs ring:
"Worthy the Lamb, who once was slain
Let him in pow'r and glory reign."

6 Hail happy morn, which sees him rise,
We shout him welcome to the skies,
Welcome to glories all his own,
And welcome to his father's throne.