Sing, all the earth! See my Lamb in light arrayed!
Whither flees that sadness which had pierced a mother’s heart?
Simeon and Anna, ’tis the day the Lord has made;
Beholding Zion’s glory, let us now in peace depart.
Emmanuel, Emmanuel! How hast Thou mocked the grave?
For Thou, my Child, as God with us, art risen from the dead.
But yesterday death’s Victim lay embalmed within a cave;
Today the Victor stands again and Hades quakes with dread.
Exult with me, O sun and moon! In darkness shines the Light.
Behold your risen God and Lord, of all the dead firstborn.
I see the Lamb my tears anointed trampling Hades’ might,
And night eternal now dispelled by everlasting Morn.