Alleluia! Christ is Risen!

But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, taking the spices that they had prepared. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in, they did not find the body. While they were perplexed about this, suddenly two men in dazzling clothes stood beside them. The women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, ‘Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen.’
Luke 24: 1–5

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.

Edmond Budry (1854-1932)
Translated by Richard Birch Hoyle (1875-1939)