The Easter Dawn

All na­ture is sleep­ing

The world’s wrapped in death;

E’en the winds in their sigh­ing

Have hushed their sad breath;

For the God who had made them

Lies still in death’s sleep

And His heart­brok­en fol­low­ers

Can but trem­ble and weep.

O sing it! O shout it!

This won­drous refrain

Our Lord is tri­umph­ant

The Lamb that was slain;

He the vic­t’ry has won

Over death and the grave

Henceforth and for­ev­er

The mighty to save.

How sad­ly they ga­ther

In dark­ness and gloom

For He whom they loved

Is now locked in the tomb;

They wait in that cham­ber

They know not for what

How bur­dened their hearts are

How hard seems their lot.

But hark! now while sit­ting

In si­lence and fears

The sound of glad voic­es

Breaks forth on their ears;

’Tis the wo­men whose love led

Them forth in the night

And Je­sus now bids them

To haste with the light.

He’s ris­en! He’s ris­en!

Hear the wo­men’s glad cry;

He’s ris­en! He’s ris­en!

No more will He die;

Go forth

glad ev­an­gel

Go forth in your might;

The Sav­ior has called you

O haste with the light.