Why are you looking for the living among the dead ? He is not here, but he is risen. Luke 24. 5, 6

Where is, O death, your sting ? Where is your death, O death ? 1 Corinthians 15. 55

At the tomb, early in the morning,

Three women ran,

Seeking, full of sorrow,

Their master disappeared.

To these three imploring hearts,

An angel of the Lord

Dressed in a white garment

Say, do not be afraid !

Looking for the Crucified,

But he's not here,

Because he is risen,

As he had promised !

Neither soldiers, nor rock, nor seal,

Nothing could remember

Jesus in the cold tomb,

God has brought it out !

At the call of the Son of God,

All the saints asleep,

With glorious bodies,

Live like him.

Death no longer has a sting,

The sepulcher is vanquished !

With happiness, we sing :

Glory to the Lord Jesus !

(adapted from Mr. Thorens)

Source (The Good Seed)