tr., John Brownlie
Go, tell the world the Lord hath risen,
See, empty stands the mortal prison;
Now morn illumes the eastern skies,
Awake my soul! with Christ arise.
Dawn of a day no night shall shroud,
When sun declines in darkling cloud;
But brighter still, and brighter glows,
As morn illumes and noontide glows.
Go, tell the world that death no more
Rules with the power he held before;
For, in the grave, the Lord of life
The tyrant crushed in glorious strife.
Why bear ye spices for the dead?
Lo! He is risen, even as He said,
And empty stands the mortal prison, --
Go, tell the world that Christ hath risen.
Glory to Thee, O Christ our King,
Our hearts, our songs, our voices bring;
For sin is crushed, and death is slain,
By Him Who died and rose again.