The birds are singing this morning
With such a joyful sound.
The trees are waving in the breeze
And no clouds can be found.
For Christ the Lord has risen,
Love's redeeming work is done.
He has conquered death and grave,
And sweet victory He has won.
Old death could not hold Him,
Up from the grave He arose!
Bow down death, you have no sting,
Satan you are a conquered foe.
My Lord has gone up to heaven
But He said He'd be back one day.
And I believe every word
That my sweet Jesus did say.
And one glorious day soon
The trump of God will sound
And up from the grave every saint
Will rise, heaven bound.
So raise your voices
In sweet praise of Him sing.
Christ the Lord is risen
Glory, glory to the King!
Christ The Lord Has Risen 