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tr., John Brownlie



Light more glorious than the sun,

Dawns upon our fearful night;

And the longed for day, begun,

Pours its everlasting light;

Christ hath risen, with gladness, then,

Hail His rising, sons of men.


Women came at early gloom,

Sad at heart, and full of fears,

Bearing to the dismal tomb

Spices mingled with their tears;

"Wherefore weep?" the angel said,

"Christ hath risen from the dead."


Lone disciples, all amazed,

Sought the place where He had lain;

And they knew not as they gazed,

That their Lord had risen again;—

Mortals, hail the day begun,

Christ hath risen, our glorious Sun.


Mourners, lo! the Christ hath risen,—

Lord of Life, and Lord of Light;

Broken now is hades' prison;

Sin is wounded in the fight;

Lo! we hail Thy rising, now,

Christ, the King Immortal, Thou.

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