Morning Breaks upon the Tomb

Morning breaks up­on the tomb;

Jesus scat­ters all its gloom.

Day of tri­umph through the skies;

See the glo­ri­ous Sav­ior rise.

Ye who are of death afraid

Triumph in the scat­tered shade.

Drive your anx­ious cares away;

See the place where Je­sus lay.

Christians

dry your flow­ing tears

Chase your un­be­liev­ing fears;

Look on His de­sert­ed grave

Doubt no more His pow­er to save.