Awake, arise, and greet the dawning day,

See, on the hills, the morning beams are shed;

Wipe from your eyes the tears of grief away,

For lo, the Christ is risen, Who was dead.

Awake, arise, nor seek the empty tomb,

He is not there, Who died by cruel men;

But, as the sun that rises from the gloom,

He hath arisen, nor sets in night again.

Woeful the day when sin and death assailed,

Day died at noon, and hope despairing fled;

Long was the night, but morning hath prevailed,

Sin is o'erthrown, and death itself is dead.

Awake, arise, and as the angel throng

Welcomed the Christ on earth, in weakness born,

Break into praise, and with triumphant song

Welcome the dawning of a fairer morn.