1. Like the golden sun ascending, Breaking through the gloom of night, On the earth His glory spending So that darkness takes to flight; Thus my Jesus from the grave And death's dismal, dreadful cave, Rose triumphant Easter morning, At the early purple dawning.
2. Thanks to Thee, O Christ victorious! Thanks to Thee, O Lord of life! Death has now no power o'er us, Thou hast conquered in the strife; Thanks because Thou didst arise And hast opened paradise! None can fully sing the glory Of the resurrection story.
3. For my heart finds consolation, And my fainting soul grows brave, When I stand in contemplation, At Thy dark and dismal grave; When I see where Thou didst sleep In death's dungeon dark and deep, Yet didst break all bands asunder, Must I not rejoice and wonder?
4. Though I be by sin o'ertaken, Though I lie in helplessness, Though I be by friends forsaken, And must suffer sore distress, Though I be despised, contemned, And by all the world condemned, Though the dark grave yawn before me, Yet the light of hope shines o'er me.
5. Thou hast died for my transgression, All my sins on Thee were laid; Thou hast won for me salvation, On the cross my debt was paid; From the grave I shall arise, And shall meet Thee in the skies; Death itself is transitory, I shall lift my head in glory.
6. Satan's arrows all lie broken, Death and hell have met their doom; Christ, Thy rising is the token: Thou hast triumphed o'er the tomb; Thou hast buried all my woe, And my cup doth overflow; By Thy resurrection glorious I shall wave my palms victorious.
7. As the Son of God I know Thee, For I see Thy sovereign pow'r; Sin and death shall not o'erthrow me Even in my dying hour; For Thy resurrection is Surety for my heav'nly bliss, And my bapt'sm a reflection Of Thy death and resurrection
8. Unto life Thou shalt arouse me By Thy resurrection's pow'r; Though the hideous grave shall house me, And my flesh the worms devour; Fire and water may destroy My frail body, yet with joy I shall rise as Thou hast risen From the deep sepulchral prison.
9. Grant me grace, O blessed Savior, And Thy Holy Spirit send, That my walk and my behavior May be pleasing in the end; That I may not fall again Into death's grim pit and pain When by grace Thou hast received me, And from which Thou hast relieved me.
10. For the joy Thy birth doth give me, For Thy holy, precious Word; For Thy baptism which doth save me, For Thy gracious festal board; For Thy death, the bitter scorn, For Thy resurrection morn, Lord I thank Thee and extol Thee, And in heav'n I shall behold Thee.
Words: Thomas Hansen Kingo, 1689. Translated by George Alfred Taylor Rygh, 1908.
Music: 'Werde Munter' Johann Schop, 1642.
Setting: "Hymnal for Church and Home" (Danish Evangelical Lutheran Synods), 1927.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2026 Revision.
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