Alleluia! Sing to Jesus - 9

Light's glittering morn bedecks the sky;
Heaven thunders forth its victor-cry:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
The glad earth shouts her triumph high,
And groaning hell makes wild reply:
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Whle he, the King, the mighty King,
Despoiling death of all its sting,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
And trampling down the powers of night,
Brings forth his ransomed saints to light.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

His tomb of late the threefold guard
Of watch and stone and seal had barred;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
But now, in pomp and triumph high,
He comes from death to victory.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

The pains of hell are loosed at last,
The days of mourning now are past;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
An angel robed in light has said,
'The Lord is risen from the dead'.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

O Lord of all, with us abide
In this our joyful Eastertide;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
From every weapon death can wield
Your own redeemed for ever shield.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

All praise be yours, O risen Lord,
From death to endless life restored!
Alleluia! Alleluia!
All praise to God the Father be
And Spirit blessed eternally!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!