Awake, My Heart, With Gladness

1. A- wake, my heart, with glad- ness, See what to- day is done; How af- ter gloom and sad- ness, Comes forth the glo- rious Sun. My Sa- vior there was laid Where our bed must be made When to the realms of light Our spi- rit wings its flight.

2. They in the grave did sink Him, The foe held ju- bi- lee; Be- fore he can be- think him, Lo! Christ a- gain is free. And "Vic- to- ry" He cries, And wav- ing tow'rds the skies His ban- ner, while the field Is by the He- ro held!

3. Up- on the grave is stand- ing The He- ro look- ing round; The foe, no more with- stand- ing, His wea- pons on the ground Throws down, his hell- ish pow'r To Christ must he give o'er, And to the Vic- tor's bands Must yield his feet and hands.

4. A sight it is to glad- den; And fill the heart with glee, No more af- fright or sad- den Shall aught, or take from me My trust or for- ti- tude, Or a- ny prec- ious good The Sa- vior bought for me In sov'r- eign love and free.

5. Hell and its prince, the de- vil, Of all their pow'rs are shorn; Now I am safe from e- vil, And sin I laugh to scorn. Grim Death with all his might Can- not my soul af- fright; He is a pow'r- less form, How- e'er he rage and storm.