Light Breaks upon the Tomb

He fell

the Prince of Glo­ry fell

Beneath the migh­ty stroke of hell;

But when the strife was done

And all the foe’s de­vic­es spent

He grand­ly rose

their fet­ters rent

And last­ing tri­umph won.

Light breaks up­on the tomb

For Christ di­spels its gloom;

O Christ­ian

brush your tears away

For Christ is ris’n to­day.

He knew the sha­dow of the tomb

He knew its pain

its grief

its gloom

For He was ’mong the dead;

But now its gloom is swept away

And death and hell yield up their prey

We fol­low as He led.

O migh­ty death

where is thy sting

Since thou didst meet the heav’n­ly King

Whom an­gels all adore?

Lo

He is mon­arch of the sky

The glo­ry of that realm on high

Forever

ev­er­more.