The Lord is risen indeed, Hallelujah.
Now is Christ risen from the dead,
and become the first fruits of them that slept. 
Hallelujah.
And did He rise?
Did He rise?
Hear, O ye nations, hear it, O ye dead.
He rose, He rose, He rose, He rose,
He burst the bars of death
and triumphed o'er the grave.
Shout, shout, earth and heaven!
This sum of good to man:
Whose nature then took wing,
and mounted with him from the tomb.
Then, then, then I rose,
then I rose,
then first humanity triumphant passed the crystal ports of light,
and seized eternal youth. 
Man, all immortal hail, hail,
Heaven, all lavish of strange gifts to man,
Thine's all the glory, man's the boundless bliss.