Who is there on this Easter morning
runs not with John to find the grave?
Nor sees how, death's dominion scorning,
Jesus is risen, strong to save?
Who is there on this Easter morning
runs not with John to find the grave?

Who has not stood where Mary, grieving,
to that first Easter garden came,
for very joy but half believing;
whose is the voice that calls her name?
Who has not stood where Mary, grieving,
to that first Easter garden came?

Who is there doubts that night is ended?
Hear from on high the trumpets call!
Christ is in triumph now ascended,
risen and reigning, Lord of all!
Who is there doubts that night is ended?
Hear from on high the trumpets call!