1
Awake, my heart, rejoicing,
Behold a wondrous sight,
How after gloom and sorrow
Comes forth a glorious light.
My Saviour’s body lay
Where we shall rest that day
When, borne to realms of light,
Our spirit wings its flight.
2
The foe in triumph shouted
When Christ lay in the tomb;
But soon his hopes were shattered,
His boast was turned to gloom.
For Christ again is free
In glorious victory;
A hero strong to save,
He triumphed o’er the grave.
3
Defeated and o’erpowered,
The prince of hell there lies;
His deadly raging silenced,
No more can he arise.
The Lord now has hell’s key,
He who triumphantly
The power of death laid low,
And holds in bonds the foe.
4
Now when I view this triumph,
My heart is filled with joy;
There is no power to harm me.
Naught can my hope destroy.
For me there is a prize,
Laid up in Paradise,
Which Christ, the risen Lord,
Shall all His saints accord.
5
For ever as a member
I cling to Christ, the head,
And whither He shall lead me
I follow unafraid.
Through toil and pain and grief,
In all to Him I cleave;
Through sorrow, death, and night,
Christ is my shield and light.