How Calm and Beautiful the Morn

How calm and beau­ti­ful the morn

That gilds the sac­red tomb

Where Christ the cru­ci­fied was borne

And veiled in mid­night gloom!

O weep no more the Sav­ior slain;

The Lord is ris­en; He lives again.

Ye mourn­ing saints

dry ev­ery tear

For your de­part­ed Lord;

Behold the place

He is not here

The tomb is all un­barred;

The gates of death were closed in vain:

The Lord is ris­en; He lives again.

Now cheer­ful to the house of pray­er

Your ear­ly foot­steps bend;

The Sav­ior will Him­self be there

Your ad­vo­cate and friend:

Once by the law your hopes were slain

But now in Christ ye live again.

How tran­quil now the ris­ing day!

’Tis Je­sus still ap­pears

A ris­en Lord to chase away

Your un­be­liev­ing fears:

O weep no more your com­forts slain;

The Lord is ris­en; He lives again.

And when the shades of ev­en­ing fall

When life’s last hour draws nigh

If Je­sus shine up­on the soul

How bliss­ful then to die!

Since He has ris­en that once was slain

Ye die in Christ to live again.