Like the Golden Sun Ascending

Like the gold­en sun as­cend­ing

Breaking through the gloom of night

On the earth His glo­ry spend­ing

So that dark­ness takes to flight

Thus my Je­sus from the grave

And death’s dis­mal

dread­ful cave

Rose tri­umph­ant East­er morn­ing

At the ear­ly pur­ple dawn­ing.

Thanks to Thee

O Christ vic­tor­ious!

Thanks to Thee

O Lord of Life!

Death hath now no pow­er o’er us

Thou hast con­quered in the strife.

Thanks be­cause Thou didst arise

And hast op­ened para­dise!

None can ful­ly sing the glo­ry

Of the re­sur­rect­ion sto­ry.

Though I be by sin o’er­tak­en

Though I lie in help­less­ness

Though I be by friends for­sak­en

And must suf­fer sore dis­tress

Though I be de­spised

con­temned

And by all the world con­demned

Though the dark grave yawn be­fore me

Yet the light of hope shines o’er me.

Thou hast died for my trans­gress­ion

All my sins on Thee were laid;

Thou hast won for me sal­va­tion

On the cross my debt was paid.

From the grave I shall arise

And shall meet Thee in the skies.

Death it­self is tran­si­to­ry;

I shall lift my head in glo­ry.

Grant me grace

O bless­èd Sav­ior

And Thy Ho­ly Spir­it send

That my walk and my be­hav­ior

May be pleas­ing to the end;

That I may not fall again

Into death’s grim pit and pain

Whence by grace Thou hast re­trieved me

And from which Thou hast re­lieved me.

For the joy Thy ad­vent gave me

For Thy holy

pre­cious Word;

For Thy bap­tism

which doth save me

For Thy blest com­mun­ion board;

For Thy death

the bit­ter scorn

For Thy re­sur­rect­ion morn

Lord

I thank Thee and ex­tol Thee

And in Heav­en I shall be­hold Thee.