The Lord is risen,
The stone is rolled away,
But not by human hands.
The morning breaks,
Night's shadows flee away,
And broken are death's bands.

The Lord is risen;
And buried in His tomb
The weight of sin He bore
Upon the cross
For me. The fear, the gloom
Of death haunt me no more.

The Lord is risen;
Blest proof that God in heaven
Accepts the sacrifice.
The work is done,
My sins are all forgiven,
My Saviour paid the price.

The Lord is risen;
His pierced hands and side
Now plead for me above.
The Lord is risen;
He lives for me, who died
To save and win my love.

The Lord is risen,
And waits for me up there
In that bright home above,
Where He has gone
His mansions to prepare
For those who know His love.

Yea, He is risen,
My representative,
And pledge that He, in grace,
My debt hath paid.
Because He lives, I live,
And shall behold His face.

Yea, He is risen.
Within the veil I've cast
My anchor, and ere long
I shall be home
With His redeemed, at last,
To sing th' eternal song.

Since He is risen,
Faith cannot but avail;
And so I trust His word:
I know 'tis true.
Thy promise could not fail,
My risen, living Lord.

H. McD.

March 24th, 1907