Now Dawning Glows the Day of Days

Now dawn­ing glows the day of days;

All Heav­en re­sounds with songs of praise!

From earth loud shouts of tri­umph rise

And hell be­neath with groans rep­lies.

For He

the migh­ty King of day

Hath crushed proud death’s un­law­ful sway

And

march­ing through that dark do­main

He broke the wea­ry pri­son­er’s chain.

Fierce sol­diers o’er His tomb kept guard;

A migh­ty stone the en­trance barred;

But

burst­ing from His pri­son

He rose

Triumphant o’er His baf­fled foes.

Loosed are the pains of hell this hour;

Death ov­er life hath lost his pow­er;

The Lord is ris­en

the an­gel said

Why seek the liv­ing ’mid the dead?

Thou gra­cious King and Lord of day

Dwell Thou with­in our hearts

we pray;

So from Thine own shall grate­ful praise

Rise to Thy throne through all our days.