Angels! To our Jubilee
Haste, your sweetest songs awaking,
Christ amid the dead is free;
Christ the rocky tomb is breaking
Alleluia.

Vain the guard around the grave,
Vain the rulers wild endeavor,
Vain the seal upon the cave,
Of the nation faithless ever,
Alleluia.

Fear, away! No subtle spy
Steals that form so sorely stricken,
He, who willed the death to die,
Will with life himself requicken.
Alleluia.

Offspring of a Virgin's womb,
Virgin-born he came, in token
That, through Jewry's guarded tomb,
He should rise with seals unbroken.
Alleluia.

While on the inglorious tree,
Mad with mocking lips they grieve him:
Let him quit the Cross, and we
Will the Son of God believe him."
Alleluia.

From the Cross he came not down,
Yet he worked a mightier wonder,
Son of God the Savior own -
Dead- he smites grim death asunder.
Alleluia.

Grant us, Lord, with thee to die,
And to rise at thine uprising;
And to set our hearts on high,
Earth and all its Joys despising.
Alleluia.

To the Father, to the Son,
Through whose conquest we inherit
Life and light, be honor done,
And to thee, eternal Spirit.
Alleluia