|The first begotten from the dead,|
Lo! Jesus risen, His people's Head,
To make their life secure:
Though they like Him may yield their breath
Like Him, they'll burst the bands of death;
Their resurrection sure.
Why should His people now be sad?
None have such reason to be glad,
As reconciled to God:
Jesus, the mighty Saviour, lives:
To them eternal life He gives
The purchase of His blood.
Ye chosen, let your praise resound,
And in your Master's work abound,
Be sure your labour's not in vain:
Ye too from death shall rise again,
No more corruptible.