With joy the morn is wak­ing,
And bright­ly glows the sky;
The clouds of night are break­ing,
With an­thems from on high.
The earth aloud re­joic­es,
Away with fears, away,
And sing with migh­ty voices,
The Lord is ris’n to­day.

Refrain

With joy the morn is wak­ing,
And bright­ly glows the sky;
The clouds of night are break­ing,
With an­thems from on high.

Send forth the news with sing­ing,
And lift your voices high,
To all glad news be bring­ing,
That man no more shall die;
Glad East­er bells are ring­ing,
And ec­ho thro’ the sky;
Their hap­py notes are wing­ing,
The Lord has ris’n to­day.

Refrain

This is the morn of glad­ness,
When ran­somed sin­ners sing;
The tomb has lost its sad­ness,
For ris­en is the King;
Then join with count­less le­gions,
That shout aloud the strain,
To earth’s re­mot­est re­gions,
The Sav­ior lives again.

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