Resurrection Morn So Fair

The day was dark

and all

Seemed lost when to the tomb

They bore the form of Christ the cru­ci­fied.

Loved ones hoped that He would reign—

But their hopes were all in vain

For they saw Him as up­on the cross He died.

But there dawned a re­sur­rect­ion morn so fair

When the Sav­ior rose from out the tomb;

For the an­gels came and rolled the stone away

And today is ban­ished all earth’s gloom.

The stone be­fore the door

Was set and firm­ly sealed—

A guard was placed to watch by night and day

For they feared that from the dead

He would rise as He had said

Or per­chance His own would spir­it Him away.

Oh

sad and lone­ly ones to­day

Look up! re­joice!

The emp­ty tomb with prais­es may re­sound

Over mount­ain

hill and plain

Let there ring the glad re­frain

Bringing hope and cheer wher­ev­er man is found.