All The Sacrifice Is Ended

yet not there his soul remaineth

nor his body in the tomb:

lo! what sudden glory gaineth

quick dominion o’er the gloom!

yea, o’er death and hell he reigneth

bursting back the gates of doom!

manifold the attestation

brethren tell the marvel o’er,

and the soldiers from their station,

and the angels at the door,

and his own word’s revelation,

“lo! i live for evermore.”

hail, thou morn of resurrection,

primal holy easter day!

now the hours of deep dejection

’neath the night-clouds’ dark array,

foes’ reviling, friends’ defection,

in thy glory pass away!

now he lives and reigns for ever!

that we too may enter in

where eternal life shall never

taste of sorrow or of sin,

where from him no death shall sever

those he vanquished death to win.

savior! in our night of weeping

tell us of the joyful morn,

guard our souls, their vigil keeping

in the hours of hate and scorn

raise us falling, wake us sleeping,

till our easter day be born.