Hath from the grave arisen.
How well succeeded hath thy might,
Thou foe of life so ruthless!
To kill the Lord of life and light;
Thine arrow through Him scathless
Hath pass'd, thou base injurious foe!
Thou thought'st when thou hadst laid Him low,
He'd lie in dust for ever.
No, no! on high His head is borne,
His mighty pow'r asunder