O Christ, who shared our mortal life
And ended death's long reign,
Who healed the sick and raised the dead
And bore all grief and pain;
We know our years on earth are few,
That death is always near.
Come now to us, O Lord of life;
Bring hope that conquers fear!

Two weeping sisters, worn by grief
and mired in depths of gloom,
stood watching where their brother lay
within a rock-sealed tomb.
When, Lord, you met them as they mourned,
you wept compassion's tear.
But Martha, sore with sorrow, said, "
He'd live had you been here!"

"I am the Lord of life and death!" 
you answered Martha's cry,
:And all who hear and trust my Word
shall live, although they die."
You walked the path to Lazarus' tomb;
you called him forth by name.
And living, loving once again
from death to life he came.

Death's power holds us still in thrall
And bears us toward the tomb.
Death's darkening cloud hangs like a pall
That threatens earth with gloom.
But You have broken death's embrace
And torn away its sting.
Restore to life, our mortal race!
Raise us, O Risen King!