Jesus is risen! triumphal anthems sing;
Thus from dead winter mounts the sprightly spring;
Thus does the sun from night’s black shades return,
And thus the single bird wings from the Arabian urn.
Jesus is risen! He shall the world restore!
Awake, ye dead! dull sinners, sleep no more!
Wesley.
Christ hath arisen! Oh! not one cherished head
Hath ’midst the flowery sods been pillowed here
Without a hope, (howe’er the heart hath bled