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.]
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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 |