Rejoice, The King Is Risen,
He Lives Today On High;
The Grave No More A Prison,
But The Doorway To The Sky.

Rejoice, Rejoice,
Our Praises We Will Sing;
Rejoice, Rejoice,
In Christ The Risen King.

The Risen King Stands Longing
To Meet Us At God’s Throne;
To Him We May Go Thronging,
Since Angels Moved The Stone.

Dear Jesus, We Are Coming
Along The Narrow Way;
We’ll Meet You In The Morning
Of The Resurrection Day.