Resplendent in glory, to live and to save:
Loud was the chorus of angels on high,--
The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die.
2Glory to God in full anthems of joy,
The being he gave us death cannot destroy:
Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow,
If tears were our birthright, and death were our end;
But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow,
And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend:
Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high,