Hail, sac­red morn! when from the tomb
The Son of God arose,
Captivity He cap­tive led,
And tri­umphed o’er His foes.

Rejoice oh, ho­ly church, re­joice
Awake thy nob­lest strain,
Put off thy weeds of mourn­ing now,
The Sav­ior lives again.

Oh! let thy loud ho­san­nahs reach
The por­tals of the sky,
While an­gels tune their gen­tle harps
And heav’nly choirs re­ply.

“Glory to God He ev­er lives
To plead our cause above,
He, He is wor­thy to re­ceive
All hon­or, pow­er, and love.

“Hail, migh­ty King! we at Thy feet
Our grate­ful hom­age pay,
Accept the hum­ble sac­ri­fice,
And wash our sins away.

Then at the re­sur­rect­ion morn,
When the last trump shall sound,
May we awake to life anew,
And with Thy saints be found.