In low­er­ing gloom and clou­di­ness,
The sun had sunk to rest;
And drea­ri­est night had dark­ened o’er
The earth’s sin la­den breast;
But when that bright­est morn­ing broke,
The woe and curse were o’er;
The pow­ers of death were van­quish­èd,
And Sa­tan reigned no more.
The Sav­ior from the tomb arose,
The dark­ness passed away,
And o’er the world in beau­ty dawned
The glo­ri­ous East­er day.

The an­gels who in grief and awe
Had watched His suf­fer­ings dread,
The ang­uish keen, the storm of woe,
That ga­thered o’er His head,
Now wake the strain with one ac­cord
Thro’ all the courts of Heav’n,
To sing the praise of love di­vine,
The joy of man for­giv­en.
The Sav­ior from the tomb arose,
The dark­ness passed away,
And o’er the world in beau­ty dawn­ed
The glo­ri­ous East­er day.

Again the light of East­er dawns,
And shall we si­lent be,
Nor bless the love, the grace, the pow­er,
That us from death set free?
With ho­ly joy from ear­li­est dawn
Let each his voice up­raise,
And thro’ the ran­somed world re­sound
Our great Re­deem­er’s praise.
O praise the Fa­ther, praise the Son!
And Ho­ly Spi­rit blessed!
And be the name of God most high
Thro’ ev­ery land con­fessed.