To all crying saints, dry every tear.
For your departed Lord, Behold the place - he is not here.
The tomb is all unbarred ... the gates of death were closed in Vain.
the Lord is Raised, He lives again.
Now cheerful to the house of prayer ... your early footsteps bend.
The Savior will himself be there ... our advocate and friend.
Once by the law your hopes were slain. But now in Christ you live again.
Now tranquil, now the rising day … for Jesus still appears
A risen Lord, to chase away your unbelieving fears.
Weep no more, the Lord is raised, he lives again.
