II.LXXII. The Lord's day; or, the resurrection of Christ

1 Bless'd morning, whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising God;
That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave his dark abode!

2 In the cold prison of a tomb
The dead Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day.

3 Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain;
The sleeping conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.

4 To thy great name, almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay,
And loud Hosannahs shall proclaim,
The triumph of the day.

5 [Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King;
Let heav'n, and earth, and rocks, and seas,
With glad Hosannas ring.]

Text Information
First Line: Bless'd morning, whose young dawning rays
Title: The Lord's day; or, the resurrection of Christ
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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