The Rosy Morn Has Robed the Sky

The ro­sy morn has robed the sky;

The Lord has ris­en with vic­to­ry:

Let earth be glad

and raise the cry

Alleluia.

The Prince of Life with death has striv­en

To cleanse the earth His blood has giv­en;

Has rent the veil

and op­ened Heav­en:

Alleluia.

And he

dear Lord

that with Thee dies

And flesh­ly pass­ions cru­ci­fies

In bo­dy

like to Thine

shall rise:

Alleluia.

O grant us then

with Thee to die

To spurn earth’s fleet­ing van­ity

And love the things above the sky:

Alleluia.