Anastasis

Thy sting departed, thy triumph gone
Victory shall be ours when we reach home.
Sorrows no more, sad tears dried all away
When Jesus' face we see that glor'ous day!
Inside earth for awhile we may lie;
Because of sin our bodies will die.
Christ the victor in splendour 'round His throne
Has grace to us given and mercy shown.
Rise up ye pilgrims; take courage anew.
Fear not when comes time to bid earth adieu.
Yea, in triumph shall we rise, our race run
To meet Jesus, our praises just begun.
Our shackles torn, from sin set free,
And death then shall give way to victory!