Ye fainting souls, lift up your eyes To where the morning lights the skies! The awful shadows flee away Before the swift advancing day. The Lord is ris’n; He could not die; He lives for you eternally; And by His victory o’er the grave His people He will surely save! No longer mourn your seeming loss; No longer weep before the cross, Nor search the darkness of the tomb; While overheard the morn has come! Now what shall harm your joyful souls While your Redeemer all controls? No night shall hide again His face; No grave shall be His resting place.