Hail! Happy Morn

Hail hap­py morn

thrice hap­py we

Who from our bond­age are set free:

From Jes­se’s line doth spring a ray

Shall turn our dark­some night to day.

Sweet hal­le­lu­jah let us sing

To God

our Sav­ior and our king.

Hark

a glad voice the sin­ner cheers

Prepare the way

a God ap­pears;

A God! a God! lost man to save

From hell

de­struct­ion

and the grave.

The Sav­ior’s come

by pr­ophets told

The deaf do hear

the blind be­hold

The dumb do speak

the dead are raised

The lame do walk

and sing His praise.

Let no dark clouds ob­struct the morn

Whereon the Lord of life was born

Let mor­tals join to sing His fame

And du­ly ce­le­brate the same.