Scripture Verse

At the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in Heaven and on earth and under the earth. Philippians 2:10


Words: John El­ler­ton, 1874. El­ler­ton wrote this hymn at the re­quest of the vic­ar of Ted­ding­ton, as a pro­ces­sion­al for Sun­day School child­ren on their way to church.

Music: Morn of Glad­ness Ar­thur Cot­tman, 1877 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Cott­man (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

John Ellerton


Again the morn of glad­ness,
The morn of light, is here;
And earth it­self looks fair­er,
And Hea­ven it­self more near;
The bells, like an­gel voic­es,
Speak peace to ev­ery breast;
And all the land lies qui­et
To keep the day of rest.


Glory be to Je­sus,
Let all His child­ren say;
He rose again, He rose again,
On this glad day.

Again, O lov­ing Sav­ior,
The child­ren of Thy grace
Prepare them­selves to seek Thee
Within Thy chos­en place.
Our song shall rise to greet Thee,
If Thou our hearts wilt raise;
If Thou our lips wilt op­en,
Our mouth shall show Thy praise.


The shin­ing choir of an­gels
That rest not day or night,
The crowned and palm-decked mar­tyrs,
The saints ar­rayed in white,
The hap­py lambs of Je­sus,
In pas­tures fair above,
These all adore and praise Him,
Whom we, too, praise and love.


The Church on earth rej­oic­es
To join with these to­day;
In ev­ery tongue and na­tion
She calls her sons to pray;
Across the north­ern snow fields,
Beneath the In­di­an palms,
She makes the same pure of­fer­ing,
And sings the same sweet psalms.


Tell out, sweet bells, His prais­es!
O let us sing His name!
Still loud­er and still far­ther
His migh­ty deeds pro­claim;
Till all whom He re­deem­èd
Shall own Him Lord and king,
Till ev­ery knee shall wor­ship,
And ev­ery tongue shall sing.