Jesus lives! From riven tomb
He arose, triumphant, glorious!
Now hath He indeed become
By His death for aye victorious,
Lightnings flash, the earth is heaving;
Rent the grave! The Lord is living!
His victoryís mine!
He from death can sure deliver,
Whom the grave could not confine,
íTis my peace and comfort ever.
Open waits me heavenís portal;
He arose with life immortal.
Jesus lives! No longer death
With its terrors can appall me;
I approach my tomb with faith,
There to rest till He shall call me.
On this truth my hope I anchor,
Jesus lives! and I shall conquer.