Christ the Lord is Risen Today


Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!

All creation joins to say, Alleluia!

Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!

Sing, you heavens; let earth, reply: Alleluia!


Love’s redeeming work is done, Alleluia!

Fought the fight, the battle won; Alleluia!

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Alleluia!

Christ has burst the gates of hell: Alleluia!


Lives again our glorious King; Alleluia!

Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!

Once He died our souls to save; Alleluia!

Where’s your victory, boasting grave? Alleluia!


Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!

Following our exalted Head; Alleluia!

Made like Him, like Him we rise; Alleluia!

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies; Alleluia!

King of Glory! Soul of bliss! Alleluia!

Everlasting life is this, Alleluia!

You to know, your pow’r to prove, Alleluia!

Thus to sing, and thus to love: Alleluia!


(Charles Wesley)

See What a Morning

See, what a morning, gloriously bright,

with the dawning of hope
in Jerusalem;

folded the grave-clothes, tomb filled with light,

as the angels announce,
“Christ is risen!”

See God’s salvation plan,

wrought in love, borne in pain, paid
in sacrifice,

fulfilled in Christ, the Man,

for He lives: Christ is risen from
the dead!



See Mary weeping, ‘Where is He laid?’

as in sorrow she turns from the empty tomb;

hears a voice speaking, calling
her name;

it’s the Master, the Lord raised to
life again!

The voice that spans the years,

speaking life, stirring hope, bringing peace to us,

will sound till He appears,

for He lives: Christ is risen from
the dead!


One with the Father, Ancient of Days,

through the Spirit who clothes faith with certainty;

honour and blessing, glory and praise

to the King crowned with pow’r and authority!

And we are raised with Him,

death is dead, love has won, Christ has conquered;

and we shall reign with Him,

for He lives: Christ is risen from
the dead!


(Stuart Townend & Keith Getty)


The Wonder of the Cross

O precious sight, my Saviour stands,

dying for me with outstretched hands.

O precious sight; I love to gaze,

remembering salvation’s day,

remembering salvation’s day.


Though my eyes linger on this scene,

may passing time and years not steal

the power with which it impacts me,

the freshness of it’s mystery,

the freshness of it’s mystery.


May I never lose the wonder,

The wonder of the cross.

May I see it like the first time,

Standing as a sinner lost.

Undone by mercy and left speechless,

Watching wide eyed at the cost.

May I never lose the wonder,

The wonder of the cross. 


Behold the God-Man crucified,

the perfect sinless sacrifice.

As blood ran down those nails and wood,

history was split in two,

history was split in two.


Behold, the empty wooden tree,

his body gone, alive and free.

We sing with everlasting joy

for sin and death have been destroyed,

sin and death have been destroyed.

May I never lose the wonder…


(Vicky Beeching)

How Great Thou Art

O Lord my God, When I in
awesome wonder

consider all the works Thy hand
hath made,

I see the stars, I hear the
mighty thunder,

thy power throughout the
universe displayed:


Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!


When through the woods and forest

glades I wander

and hear the birds sing sweetly
in the trees;

when I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,

and hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze:



And when I think that God His Son not sparing,

sent Him to die - I scarce can
take it in

that on the cross, my burden
gladly bearing,

He bled and died to take away my sin:




When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation

and take me home - what joy shall fill my heart;

then I shall bow in humble adoration,

and there proclaim:

my God, how great Thou art:




(Stuart Hine)

In Christ Alone

In Christ alone my hope is found,

he is my light, my strength, my song;

this Cornerstone, this solid Ground,

firm through the fiercest drought and storm.

What heights of love, 

what depths of peace,

when fears are stilled, 

when strivings cease!

My Comforter, my All in All,

here in the love of Christ I stand.


In Christ alone! - who took on flesh,

fullness of God in helpless babe!

This gift of love and righteousness,

scorned by the ones he came to save:

till on that cross as Jesus died,

the wrath of God was satisfied

for every sin on him was laid;

here in the death of Christ I live.


There in the ground his body lay,

light of the world by darkness slain:

then bursting forth in glorious Day

up from the grave he rose again!

And as he stands in victory,

sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,

for I am his and he is mine -

bought with the precious blood of Christ.


No guilt in life, no fear in death,

this is the power of Christ in me;

from life’s first cry to final breath,

Jesus commands my destiny.

No power of hell, no scheme of man,

can ever pluck me from his hand;

till he returns or calls me home,

here in the power of Christ I’ll stand!


Keith Getty (b. 1974) and Stuart Townend (b. 1963)

Thine be the Glory

Thine be the glory,

risen, conquering Son,

endless is the victory

thou o’er death hast won;

angels in bright raiment

rolled the stone away,

kept the folded grave-clothes

where thy body lay:

    Thine be the glory,

    risen, conquering Son,

    endless is the victory

    thou o’er death hast won.


Lo, Jesus meets us,

risen from the tomb;

lovingly he greets us,

scatters fear and gloom;

let the Church with gladness

hymns of triumph sing,

for her Lord now liveth,

death hath lost its sting:

    Thine be the glory,…


No more we doubt thee,

glorious Prince of Life;

life is naught without thee:

aid us in our strife;

make us more than conquerors

through thy deathless love;

bring us safe through Jordan

to thy home above:

    Thine be the glory…


Edmond Budry (1854-1932)