Jesus stands, the risen Victor over night,
His wounds now fountains pouring living light;
Where death once snarled, His footsteps bloom with grace—
The grave lies shattered at His sovereign face.

All heaven bows before the Lion’s gaze,
The Lamb whose glory sets the cosmos ablaze;
In Him the broken find their final dawn,
Jesus Christ crowned with beauty—victory won.

No shadow dares to linger in His sight,
His voice stills tempests, bids the dead arise;
The ancient curse dissolves beneath His might—
Creation sings anew beneath His skies.

The throne of endless ages He ascends,
Arrayed in splendor no eye can contain;
Through every realm His sovereign mercy bends,
Jesus Christ reigns—forevermore the same.