After three days were over
The Lord new-risen was.
O Thou, of men the lover,
Bring all men to this pass!

Thou who wast dead yet risen,
Remember these and those:
Bring all men out of prison
Who died with Thee, nor rose.

Because that Thou, Lord Jesus,
Rose splendid after death,
Oh, pity us and ease us,
Who die with every breath!

Because for all our yearning
These come not to our cry:
Since there is no returning
And since that we must die.

Lord Jesus, who has won us,
Pity Thy helpless folk;
Yea, lay Thy staff upon us,
Thy mercy as a cloak.

Thou who didst die before us,
Thy three days quickly sped,
Dear Lord, be sorry for us
Who rise not from the dead.