Morn of beau­ty! Morn of glad­ness,
Brightening o’er the sin­ful earth;
Chasing shades of doubt and sad­ness,
Wakening all to ho­ly mirth.

Past the days of tears and mourn­ing,
Peace and joy alone re­main;
Hail alone the light of East­er dawn­ing
On the dark­some world again.

Ransomed sin­ners glad­ly wak­ing,
Bless the day the Sav­ior rose;
Chains of death asun­der break­ing,
Vain the ma­lice of His foes.

Now re­demp­tion’s work com­plet­ed,
Gloriously He leaves the grave!
Be by ev­ery tongue re­peat­ed,
Christ the Lord is ris’n to save!