John Bowring (1792-1872 / England)
'Now is Christ risen from the dead and become the first fruits of them that slept.'
-1 Cor. ch. xv. v. 20
Christ is risen from the dead-He is risen,
First fruit of the sleeping is He;
He rose from death's desolate prison,
He hath made all His followers free!
He is risen-is risen! Our voices,
To hail the great triumph unite,
While earth from its centre rejoices,
And heaven re-echoes delight.
He is risen-is risen! The tiding
From planet to planet afar
On the wings of the lightning is riding;
Star heralds the vict'ry to star.
Generation salutes generation,
With the mighty, the magical word;
All space and all time shout, 'Salvation!'
In the name of the conquering Lord.
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