Tell it out with joyful voice.
He has burst his three days’ prison;
Let the whole wide earth rejoice.
Death is conquered; man is free.
Christ has won the victory.
2. Come with high and holy hymning;
Chant our Lord’s triumphant lay.
Not one darksome cloud is dimming
Yonder glorious morning ray,
Breaking o’er the purple east,
Symbol of our Easter feast.
3. He is risen! He is risen!
He hath opened heaven’s gate.
We are free from sin’s dark prison,
Risen to a holier state.
And a brighter Easter beam
On our longing eyes shall stream.
Text: Cecil Frances Alexander, 1818–1895
Music: Joachim Neander, 1650–168
He is the first ray of sun
To reach above the mountain
He's a gentle ocean breeze on my face
He is raindrops movin' slowly down my window
He's a long deep breath at the end of the day
He is a warm afternoon at the end of September
He's a brilliant sunset sky
Lyrics to beginning of "He Is" by Hilary Weeks
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