Morn of Beauty!

Morn of beau­ty! Morn of glad­ness

Brightening o’er the sin­ful earth;

Chasing shades of doubt and sad­ness

Wakening all to ho­ly mirth.

Past the days of tears and mourn­ing

Peace and joy alone re­main;

Hail alone the light of East­er dawn­ing

On the dark­some world again.

Ransomed sin­ners glad­ly wak­ing

Bless the day the Sav­ior rose;

Chains of death asun­der break­ing

Vain the mal­ice of His foes.

Now re­demp­tion’s work com­plet­ed

Gloriously He leaves the grave!

Be by ev­ery tongue re­peat­ed

Christ the Lord is ris’n to save!