If angels sang our Saviour’s birth,
On that most blessèd morn,
Then let us imitate their mirth,
Now He again is born.
Surrexit Christus hodie,
Surrexit pro nobis;
Surrexit Christus hodie,
Gloria, Jesu Domino!
Grieve not, vain man, who mortal art,
That thou to earth must fall;
It was His portion, ’twas His part
Of Him who made us all.
Himself He humbled to the grave,
Made flesh like us to show,
That we as certainly shall have,
A resurrection too.
Then with perpetual hymns let Christ,
Who from the dead was raised,
With Father and the Holy Ghost,
Eternally be praised.
Anonymous (18th century)
Source: Hymnary.org
On that most blessèd morn,
Then let us imitate their mirth,
Now He again is born.
Surrexit Christus hodie,
Surrexit pro nobis;
Surrexit Christus hodie,
Gloria, Jesu Domino!
Grieve not, vain man, who mortal art,
That thou to earth must fall;
It was His portion, ’twas His part
Of Him who made us all.
Himself He humbled to the grave,
Made flesh like us to show,
That we as certainly shall have,
A resurrection too.
Then with perpetual hymns let Christ,
Who from the dead was raised,
With Father and the Holy Ghost,
Eternally be praised.
Anonymous (18th century)
Source: Hymnary.org
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