Glory to God, in full anthems of joy;
                                        
                                        The being He gave us death cannot destroy:
                                        
                                        Sad were the life we must part with tomorrow,
                                        
                                        If tears were our birthright, and death were our end;
                                        
                                        But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow,
                                        
                                        And bade us, immortal, to Heaven ascend:
                                        
                                        Lift then your voices in triumph on high,
                                        
                                        For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.