The Lord is Risen Indeed.
The morning kindles all the sky;
The heavens resound with anthems high;
The shining angels, as they speed,
Proclaim, |The Lord is risen indeed.|
2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred
While Roman guards kept watch and ward;
Majestic from the spoiled tomb,
In pomp of triumph he has come!
3 When the amazed disciples heard,
Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred;
Their Lord's beloved face to see,
Eager they haste to Galilee.
4 His pierced hands to them he shows;
His face with love's own radiance glows;
They with the angel's message speed,
And shout, |The Lord is risen indeed!|
Latin Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles.