Rejoice, the Lord is ris’n;
let all his friends rejoice;
this day the Lord has left his pris’n;
the grave has heard his voice—
O the grave has heard his voice
The grave has felt his pow’r,
and has become his prey;
for darkness had its fearful hour;
but now again 'tis day—
O but now again ’tis day!
Now we have hope, living hope,
We’ve been born again
And the grave has lost its sting
We will rise with our Lord
Singing “Hallelujah!”
Come and let his praises ring
The Lord is ris'n indeed, indeed
and he will die no more.
He lives again, and lives to plead,
the mercy-seat before.
O the mercy-seat before.
Now we have hope, living hope,
We’ve been born again
And the grave has lost its sting
We will rise with our Lord
Singing “Hallelujah!”
Come and let his praises ring
We see him not, 'tis true, ’tis true;
but still we may be glad.
The work is done he came to do;
then why should we be sad?
O then why should we be sad?
Now we have hope, living hope,
We’ve been born again
And the grave has lost its sting
We will rise with our Lord
Singing “Hallelujah!”
Come and let his praises ring
Words: Thomas Kelly, 1853. Music: Luke Morton, 2016
