Morning Red

Morning red

morn­ing red

Now the sha­dows all are fled;

Now the Sab­bath’s cloud­less glo­ry

Tells anew the won­drous sto­ry

Christ is ris­en from the dead.

All around

all around

Solemn si­lence reigned pro­found;

When

with blaze and sud­den thun­der

Angels burst the tomb asun­der

And the Sav­ior was un­bound.

Forth He came! Forth He came!

Robed in white

ce­les­ti­al flame!

Mary

at the emp­ty pri­son

Knew not her Re­deem­er ris­en

Till He called her by her name.

Morning red! Morn­ing red!

Christ is ris­en from the dead!

Still He walk­eth in the gar­den

Speaking words of love and par­don.

Though the crown is on His head.