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Alexander R. Thompson·Modern
Verse 1
The morning purples all the sky,
The air with praises rings;
Defeated hell stands sullen by,
The world exulting sings.
Verse 2
While he, the King all strong to save,
Rends the dark doors away,
And through the breaches of the grave
Strides forth into the day.
Verse 3
Death’s captive, in his gloomy prison
Past fettered he has lain;
But he has mastered death, is risen,
And death wears now the chain.
Verse 4
The shining angels cry, “Away
With grief; no spices bring;
Not tears, but songs, this joyful day,
Should greet the rising King!”
Alexander R. Thompson, “The Morning Purples All the Sky”
Otterbein 1890 No. 141 · C.M · Woodstock
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Hosanna to the Prince of Light,
Who clothed himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.
Verse 2
Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant’s sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.
Verse 3
See how the conqueror mounts aloft
And to his Father flies,
With scars of honor in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.
Verse 4
There our exalted Savior reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.
Otterbein 1890 No. 142 · C.M · Warwick
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply.
Verse 2
Love’s redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight; the battle won:
Lo! our Sun’s eclipse is o’er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
Verse 3
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal--
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise--
Christ hath opened paradise.
Verse 4
Lives again our glorious King:
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save:
Where’s thy victory, boasting grave?
Otterbein 1890 No. 143 · 7s · Nuremburg
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Thomas Scott·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Angel! roll the rock away;
Death! yield up thy mighty prey;
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
Verse 2
’Tis the Savior; angels! raise
Fame’s eternal trump of praise:
Let the world’s remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
Verse 3
Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong;
Shout the Son of God, this morn
From his sepulcher new-born.
Verse 4
Heaven displays her portals wide;
Glorious Hero! through them ride!
King of glory! mount the throne--
Thy great Father’s and thine own.
Thomas Scott, “Angel! Roll the Rock Away”
Otterbein 1890 No. 144 · 7s · Pleyel's Hymn
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Thomas Kelly·Modern
Verse 1
‘“The Lord is risen indeed!”
The grave hath lost its prey;
With him shall rise the ransomed seed
To reign in endless day.
Verse 2
“The Lord is risen indeed!”
He lives to die no more;
He lives his people’s cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame he bore.
Verse 3
“The Lord is risen indeed!”
Attending angels hear;
Up to the courts of heaven with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.
Verse 4
Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord;
Join all the bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.
Otterbein 1890 No. 145 · S.M · Hudson
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Tr. by E. Charles·Modern
Verse 1
The morning kindles all the sky;
The heavens resound with anthems high;
The shining angels, as they speed,
Proclaim, “The Lord is risen indeed.”
Verse 2
Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred
While Roman guards kept watch and ward;
Majestic from the spoiled tomb,
In pomp of triumph he has come!
Verse 3
When the amazed disciples heard,
Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred;
Their Lord’s beloved face to see,
Eager they haste to Galilee.
Verse 4
His pierced hands to them he shows;
His face with love’s own radiance glows;
They with the angel’s message speed,
And shout, “The Lord is risen indeed!”
Otterbein 1890 No. 147 · L.M · Mendon (Old German)
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
I know that my Redeemer lives!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives;
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever-living Head.
Verse 2
He lives, to bless me with his love;
He lives, to plead for me above;
He lives, my hungry soul to feed;
He lives, to bless in time of need;
Verse 3
He lives, to grant me rich supply;
He lives, to guide me with his eye;
He lives, to comfort me when faint;
He lives, to hear my soul’s complaint;
Verse 4
He lives, my kind, wise, heav’nly Friend;
He lives, and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while he lives I’ll sing;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
Verse 5
He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior still the same--
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives.
Samuel Medley, “I Know That My Redeemer Lives!”
Otterbein 1890 No. 149 · L.M · Baltzell
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
“Christ the Lord is risen to-day,”
Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply.
Verse 2
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids His rise;
Christ has opened Paradise.
Verse 3
Lives again our glorious King:
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once He died, our souls to save:
Where thy victory, O grave?
Verse 4
Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
Verse 5
Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to Thee by both be given:
Thee we greet triumphant now;
Hail, the Resurrection Thou!
Presbyterian 1895 No. 234 · 7.7.7.7. · University College
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
I know that my Redeemer lives!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives;
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever-living Head.
Verse 2
He lives, to bless me with his love;
He lives, to plead for me above;
He lives, my hungry soul to feed;
He lives, to bless in time of need;
Verse 3
He lives, to grant me rich supply;
He lives, to guide me with his eye;
He lives, to comfort me when faint;
He lives, to hear my soul’s complaint;
Verse 4
He lives, my kind, wise, heav’nly Friend;
He lives, and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while he lives I’ll sing;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
Verse 5
He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior still the same--
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 253 · L.M · Baltzell
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage