The Holy Dawn

The sol­diers were guard­ing the Sav­ior’s tomb

At the close of the Sab­bath day;

And the sha­dows lay deep in the gar­den gloom

Where the bo­dy of Je­sus lay;

For the priests had re­mem­ber­èd that it was said

That the Sav­ior should rise again from the tomb.

And the watch was kept while the Sav­ior slept

And His loved ones wept

for He was no more

And His loved ones wept

for He was no more.

The grave was made sure and the stone was sealed

Lest His friends steal away the Lord

And the light of the torch­es the guards re­vealed

In obe­di­ence to Pi­late’s word.

Lo

an earth­quake was sent and Je­sus’ tomb was rent

And the keep­ers did shake

to earth then they reeled.

And the watch was kept while the Sav­ior slept

And His loved ones wept

for He was no more

And His loved ones wept

for He was no more.

The an­gel of God rolled the stone away

From the door of the Sav­ior’s tomb

And the fair

ho­ly dawn of the East­er day

Had dis­pelled all the night of gloom;

And the an­gel then told un­to the wo­men there

The Mas­ter hath ris’n

O see where He lay.

Oh

the ho­ly dawn of the East­er morn

How it turns our night in­to day so bright

How it turns our night in­to day so bright.