With Joy the Morn Is Waking

With joy the morn is wak­ing

And bright­ly glows the sky;

The clouds of night are break­ing

With an­thems from on high.

The earth aloud re­joic­es

Away with fears

away

And sing with migh­ty voic­es

The Lord is ris’n to­day.

With joy the morn is wak­ing

And bright­ly glows the sky;

The clouds of night are break­ing

With an­thems from on high.

Send forth the news with sing­ing

And lift your voic­es high

To all glad news be bring­ing

That man no more shall die;

Glad East­er bells are ring­ing

And ec­ho thro’ the sky;

Their hap­py notes are wing­ing

The Lord has ris’n to­day.

This is the morn of glad­ness

When ran­somed sin­ners sing;

The tomb has lost its sad­ness

For ris­en is the King;

Then join with count­less le­gions

That shout aloud the strain

To earth’s re­mot­est re­gions

The Sav­ior lives again.