They rolled a stone before the door
As in the grave He lay; God raised
Him up our living Lord
And made the first Lord's Day.
We sing for joy, we sing for joy
With loving thanks we say:
God raised him up, our living Lord,
And made the first Lord's day."

The birds that sang. the flow'rs that bloomed
They brought no joy that spring
Till Christ was raised irom death to be
Our living Lord and King.
We sing for joy, we sing for joy
With loving thanks we say:
God raised him up, our living Lord,
And made the first Lord's day."

All earth is dressed in green this day,
To greet our risen Lord;
we praise Him, for He lives again;
he keeps His promised word.
We sing for joy, we sing for joy
With loving thanks we say:
God raised him up, our living Lord,
And made the first Lord's day."