First Line: Victorious! Victorious!

Victorious! Victorious!
Christ has arisen glorious;
Where the fun’ral knell was tolled
Be the hymn of triumph rolled,
Let the palm’s green branches wave
O’er the slumber of the grave;
From its gloom victorious,
Christ has risen glorious,
Christ has risen glorious.

Victorious! Victorious!
Christ has arisen glorious;
Where the heavy tomb was sealed
Gates of Paradise revealed,
Where the mourners wept around,
Faith looks up, with glory crowned.
O’er the grave, victorious,
Christ has risen glorious,
Christ has risen glorious.

Victorious! Victorious!
Christ has arisen glorious;
On His brow the conqueror’s wreath,
In His hand the keys of death,
He shall buried hopes restore,
He shall live forevermore.
Over death victorious,
Christ has risen glorious,
Christ has risen glorious.