Blest morning! whose first dawning rays beheld the Son of God Arise triumphant from the grave, and leave his dark abode. | Wrapt in the silence of the tomb, the great Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought the third, th’ appointed day. | Hell and the grave combined their force to hold our Lord in vain; Sudden the Conqueror arose, and burst their feeble chain. | To thy great name, Almighty Lord! we sacred honours pay, And loud hosannahs shall proclaim the triumphs of the day. | Salvation and immortal praise to our victorious King! Let heav’n and earth, and rocks and seas, with glad hosannahs ring. | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, the God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, and is, and shall be evermore. | |