For He hath risen, the King eternal.
With Thee, O Christ, I lay entombed,
Ere light upon this day was falling;
With Thee I leave death’s dark abode,
For Thou hast risen, and Thou art calling.
With Thee upon the Cross I hung
When Thou wast faint, and weak, and sighing;
Lord, with Thyself Thy servant bless,
In Thy bright realm through years undying.