Again the Lord of Light and Life

Again the Lord of light and life

Awakes the kind­ling ray

Unseals the eye­lids of the morn

And pours in­creas­ing day.

O what a night was that which wrapped

The hea­then world in gloom!

O what a Sun which rose this day

Triumphant from the tomb!

This day be grate­ful hom­age paid

And loud ho­sa­nnas sung;

Let glad­ness dwell in ev­ery heart

And praise on ev­ery tongue.

Ten thou­sand dif­fer­ent lips shall join

To hail this wel­come morn

Which scat­ters bless­ings from its wings

To na­tions yet un­born.

Jesus

the friend of hu­man kind

With strong com­pas­sion moved

Descended like a pi­ty­ing God

To save the souls He loved.

The powers of dark­ness leagued in vain

To bind His soul in death;

He shook their king­dom when He fell

With His ex­pir­ing breath.

Not long the toils of hell could keep

The Hope of Ju­dah’s line;

Corruption nev­er could take hold

On aught so much di­vine.

And now His con­quer­ing cha­ri­ot wheels

Ascend the lof­ty skies;

While broke be­neath his pow­er­ful cross

Death’s ir­on scep­ter lies.

Exalted high at God’s right hand

And Lord of all be­low;

Thro’ Him is par­don­ing love dis­pensed

And bound­less bless­ings flow.

And still for err­ing

guil­ty man

A bro­ther’s pi­ty flows;

And still His bleed­ing heart is touched

With me­mo­ry of our woes.

To Thee

my Sav­ior and my king

Glad hom­age let me give;

And stand pre­pared

like Thee

to die

With Thee that I might live.