All Hail the Morn!

All hail the morn! when from the skies

At first gray light of day

An an­gel found the se­pul­cher

And rolled the stone away.

All hail the morn! when Christ arose

Triumphant from the tomb;

And shed a frag­rance o’er the grave

And scat­tered all its gloom.

All hail the morn! when to the tomb

The wo­men came with fear;

And heard the an­gels glad­ly say

He’s ris­en

He’s not here.

All hail the morn! no long­er fear

For now can all men sing

O grave

where is thy vic­to­ry?

And death

where is thy sting?