Morning breaks up­on the tomb;
Jesus scat­ters all its gloom.
Day of tri­umph through the skies;
See the glo­ri­ous Sav­ior rise.

Ye who are of death afraid
Triumph in the scat­tered shade.
Drive your anx­ious cares away;
See the place where Je­sus lay.

Christians, dry your flow­ing tears
Chase your un­be­liev­ing fears;
Look on His de­sert­ed grave,
Doubt no more His pow­er to save.