He is risen!

He's risen, He's risen, Christ Jesus, the Lord,
He opened Death's prison, the Incarnate Word.
Break forth, hosts of heaven, in jubilant song,
And earth, sea and mountain the paean prolong!

The Foe was triumphant when on Calvary
The Lord of Creation was nailed to the Tree.
In Satan's domain did the hosts shout and jeer,
For Jesus was slain, Whom the evil ones fear.

But short was their triumph! The Savior arose,
And Death, Hell and Satan He vanquished, his foes.
The conquering Lord lifts His banner on high;
He lives, yea, He lives, and shall nevermore die!

O where is thy sting, Death? We fear thee no more!
Christ rose, and now open is fair Eden's door.
For all our transgressions His blood doth atone;
Redeemed and forgiven, we now are His own!

Then sing your hosannahs, and raise your glad voice,
Proclaim the blest tidings that all may rejoice!
Laud, honor, and fame to the Lamb that was slain,
Who sitteth in glory and ever shall reign!

--C.F.W. Walther