Scripture Verse

He is not here: for He is risen, as He said. Matthew 28:6


William W. Gilchrist (1846–1916)

Words: At­trib­ut­ed to Am­brose of Mi­lan (340–397) (Au­ro­ra lu­cis ru­ti­lat). The text be­low is a par­tial trans­la­tion of the Latin (Au­ro­ra cœ­lum pur­pu­rat) by Ri­chard Mant, An­cient Hymns from the Ro­man Bre­vi­ary (Lon­don: J. G. & F. Riv­ing­ton, 1837), num­ber 45.

Music: Glad Day Will­iam W. Gil­christ, 1895 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Richard Mant (1776–1848)


Morning spreads her crim­son rays,
Heav’n re­sounds with hymns of praise,
Through the earth loud an­thems swell,
Heard with rage in van­quished hell.

From the dark se­pul­chral gloom
See the King of Glo­ry come:
See Him now from bond­age freed
All His saints to day­light lead.

Vain the tomb se­curely barred,
Sealèd stone, and arm­èd guard:
Death is crushed, and finds his bier
In the Con­quer­or’s se­pul­cher.

Hence with mourn­ing, hence with tears,
Hence with anx­ious griefs and fears;
Death’s sub­du­er is not here,
Cries His an­gel min­is­ter.

That these thoughts of pas­chal joy
Ever may our minds em­ploy,
Dead to sin, Thy ser­vants give,
Lord, in ho­li­ness to live.

Now be God the Fa­ther praised,
With the Son in tri­umph raised
From the grave, His glo­ry’s heir,
And the bless­èd Com­fort­er.