Day of God, thou bless­èd day,
At thy dawn the grave gave way
To the pow­er of Him with­in,
Who had, sin­less, bled for sin.

Thine the ra­di­ance to il­lume
First, for man, the dis­mal tomb,
When its bars their weak­ness owned,
There re­veal­ing death de­throned.

Then the Sun of right­eous­ness
Rose, a dark­ened world to bless,
Bringing up from mor­tal night
Immortality and light.

Day of glo­ry, day of pow­er,
Sacred be thine ev­ery hour:
Emblem, ear­nest, of the rest
That re­main­eth for the blest.