Glory to God! The Morn Appointed Breaks

Glory to God! The morn ap­point­ed breaks

And earth awakes from all the woe­ful past;

For

with the morn

the Lord of life awakes

And sin and death in­to the grave are cast.

Glory to God! The cross

with all its shame

Now sheds its glo­ry o’er a ran­somed world;

For He who bore the bur­den of our blame

With pierc­èd hands the foe to hell hath hurled.

Glory to God! Sing

ran­somed souls again

And let your songs our glo­ri­ous vic­tor laud

Who by His might hath snapped the ty­rant’s chain

And set us free to rise with Him to God.

Darkness and night

fare­well! The morn is here;

Welcome! the light that ush­ers in the day;

Visions of joy be­fore our sight ap­pear

And

like the clouds

our sor­rows melt away.

Great Son of God

im­mor­tal and re­nown­ed!

Brighter than morn the glo­ry on Thy brow;

Crowns must be won

and Thou are no­bly crown­ed

For death is dead

and sin is van­quished now.