"Light's glittering morn bedecks the sky,
Heaven thunders forth its victor cry:
The glad earth shouts its triumph high,
And groaning hell makes wild reply.
While he the King of glorious mightTreads down death's strength in death's despite,And trampling hell by victor's right,Brings forth his sleeping saints to light.
Hell's pains are loosed, and tears are fled;
Captivity is captive led;
The angel crowned with light, has said,
'The Lord is risen from the dead.' "