Ye fainting souls, lift up your eyes
To where the morning lights the skies!
The awful shadows flee away
Before the swift advancing day.
The Lord is ris’n; He could not die;
He lives for you eternally;
And by His victory o’er the grave
His people He will surely save!

No longer mourn your seeming loss;
No longer weep before the cross,
Nor search the darkness of the tomb;
While overheard the morn has come!
Now what shall harm your joyful souls
While your Redeemer all controls?
No night shall hide again His face;
No grave shall be His resting place.