Morning breaks upon the tomb,

Jesus scatters all its gloom;

Day of triumph through the skies—

See the glorious Saviour rise!

2 Ye who are of death afraid,

Triumph in the scattered shade;

Drive your anxious cares away;

See the place where Jesus lay!

3 Christian! dry your flowing tears,

Chase your unbelieving fears;

Look on his deserted grave;

Doubt no more his power to save.