Crowns must be won, and Thou art nobly crowned,
For death is dead, and sin is vanquished now.
I
Glory to God! the Christ hath left the tomb,
And ere the dawn upon the earth had broke,
The Light of lights had burst upon its gloom,
When He, our Light, from death’s dark sleep awoke.
II
Were there no eyes to gaze upon the sight?
No hearts to sing, when sundered was the prison?