Hail, Risen Lord, Upon Whose Brow The Crown Of Victory Resteth Now, Unfading As The Sun! Hail, Vanquisher Of Every Foe, Of Sin, Dread Source Of All Our Woe, And Death - The Last Undone! Hail, Risen Lord, - The Empty Grave Proclaims Aloud Thy Power To Save, - Thy High, Victorious Might! Hail, Lord Of Life, And Peace, And Love, On Thy Exalted Throne Above, In Uncreated Light! Hail, Risen Lord, - We Bend The Knee, And Lift The Adoring Eye To Thee, And Yield Thee Worship Meet! - And, While The Angelic Hosts On High Shout Their Hosannas Through The Sky, We Breathe Them At Thy Feet For Here, 'Mid Darkness, Sin, And Death, Our Loudest Praise Is But A Breath, - An Infant'S Feeble Sigh! Yet, Haply, To Thy Gracious Ear Our Weak Hosannas Are As Dear, As Those That Swell On High! Hail, Risen Lord, - Exalted King, Well May The Highest Heavens Ring With Rapture'S Sweetest Lays! Be Ours To Add Our Feeble Sigh To The Full Chorus Of The Sky, In Reverential Praise!