I know that my Redeemer lives;
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who one was dead;
He lives, my ever-living head.

He lives to silence all my fears;
He lives to wipe away all my tears;
He lives to calm my troubled heart;
He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives, my kind, wise, heav’nly friend;
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while He lives, I’ll sing;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

He lives and grants me daily breath;
He lives, and I shall conquer death;
He lives my mansion to prepare;
He lives to bring me safely there.

He lives, all glory to His name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives;
I know that my Redeemer lives!

(“I Know That My Redeemer Lives” stanzas 1,5,6,7, and 8; a hymn text by Samuel Medley in the 18th century; hymn 461 in “Lutheran Service Book,” a 2006 hymnal from Concordia Publishing House, St. Louis, MO)

The day of resurrection!
Earth tell it out abroad,
The passover of gladness,
The passover of God.
From death to life eternal,
From sin’s dominion free,
Our Christ has brought us over
With hymns of victory.

Let hearts be purged of evil
That we might see aright
The Lord in rays eternal
Of resurrection light
And, list’ning to His accents,
May hear, so calm and plain,
His own “All hail!” and hearing,
May raise the victor strain.

Now let the heav’ns be joyful,
Let earth its song begin,
Let all the world keep triumph
And all that is therein.
Let all things, seen and unseen,
Their notes of gladness blend;
For Christ the Lord has risen,
Our joy that has no end.

(“The Day of Resurrection” stanzas 1,2, and 3; a hymn text by John of Damascus in the 8th century, translated by John Mason Neale in the 19th century; hymn 478 in “Lutheran Service Book,” a 2006 hymnal from Concordia Publishing House, St. Louis, MO)

Awake, my heart, with gladness,
See what today is done;
Now, after gloom and sadness,
Comes forth the glorious Sun.
My Savior there was laid
Where our bed must be made
When to the realms of light
Our spirit wings its flight.

The foe in triumph shouted
When Christ lay in the tomb;
But, lo, he now is routed,
His boast has turned to gloom.
For Christ again is free;
In glorious victory
He who is strong to save
Has triumphed o’er the grave.

To halls of heavenly splendor
With Him I penetrate;
And trouble ne’er may hinder
Nor make me hesitate.
Let tempests rage at will,
My Savior shields me still;
He grants abiding peace
And bids all tumult cease.

He brings me to the portal
That leads to bliss untold,
Whereon this rime immortal
Is found in script of gold:
“Who there my cross hath shared
Finds here a crown prepared;
Who there with Me hath died
Shall here be glorified.”

(“Awake, My Heart, with Gladness” stanzas 1,2,7 and 8; a 17th century hymn text by the great Paul Gerhardt, translated by John Kelly in the mid 19th century; hymn 192 in “The Lutheran Hymnal,” a 1941 hymnal from Concordia Publishing House, St. Louis)

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
The strife is o’er, the battle done;
Now is the Victor’s triumph won;
Now be the song of praise begun.
Alleluia!

Death’s mightiest powers have done their worst,
And Jesus hath His foes dispersed;
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst.
Alleluia!

He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heaven’s high portals fell.
Let songs of praise His triumph tell.
Alleluia!

(“The Strife is O’er, the Battle Done” stanzas 1,2, and 4; a 17th century anonymous hymn text translated by Francis Pott in the mid 19th century; hymn 210 in “The Lutheran Hymnal,” a 1941 hymnal from Concordia Publishing House, St. Louis)

Christ Jesus lay in death’s strong bands
For our offenses given;
But now at God’s right hand he stands
And brings us life from Heaven.
Therefore let us joyful be
And sing to God right thankfully
Loud songs of hallelujah!
Hallelujah!

(“Christ Jesus Lay in Death’s Strong Bands” stanza 1; a 16th century hymn text by Martin Luther translated by Richard Massie in the 19th century; hymn 134 in “Lutheran Book of Worship,” a 1978 hymnal from Augsburg Publishing House, Minneapolis, and the Board of Publication, Lutheran Church in America, Philadelphia)

Easter triumph, Easter joy!
This alone can sin destroy;
From sin’s pow’r, Lord, set us free,
Newborn souls in you to be.
Alleluia!

(“At the Lamb’s High Feast We Sing” stanza 7; a 17th century text translated by Robert Campbell in the 19th century; hymn 126 in “Lutheran Worship,” a 1982 hymnal from Concordia Publishing House, St. Louis, MO)