How calm and beau­ti­ful the morn
That gilds the sac­red tomb,
Where Christ the cru­ci­fied was borne,
And veiled in mid­night gloom!
O weep no more the Sav­ior slain;
The Lord is ris­en; He lives again.

Ye mourn­ing saints, dry ev­ery tear
For your de­part­ed Lord;
Behold the place, He is not here,
The tomb is all un­barred;
The gates of death were closed in vain:
The Lord is ris­en; He lives again.

Now cheer­ful to the house of pray­er
Your ear­ly foot­steps bend;
The Sav­ior will Him­self be there,
Your ad­vo­cate and friend:
Once by the law your hopes were slain,
But now in Christ ye live again.

How tran­quil now the ris­ing day!
’Tis Je­sus still ap­pears,
A ris­en Lord to chase away
Your un­be­liev­ing fears:
O weep no more your com­forts slain;
The Lord is ris­en; He lives again.

And when the shades of ev­en­ing fall,
When life’s last hour draws nigh,
If Je­sus shine up­on the soul,
How bliss­ful then to die!
Since He has ris­en that once was slain,
Ye die in Christ to live again.