Hail, Sacred Morn! When from the Tomb

Hail

sac­red morn! when from the tomb

The Son of God arose

Captivity He cap­tive led

And tri­umphed o’er His foes.

Rejoice oh

ho­ly church

re­joice

Awake thy nob­lest strain

Put off thy weeds of mourn­ing now

The Sav­ior lives again.

Oh! let thy loud ho­san­nahs reach

The por­tals of the sky

While an­gels tune their gen­tle harps

And heav’nly choirs re­ply.

“Glory to God He ev­er lives

To plead our cause above

He

He is wor­thy to re­ceive

All hon­or

pow­er

and love.

“Hail

migh­ty King! we at Thy feet

Our grate­ful hom­age pay

Accept the hum­ble sac­ri­fice

And wash our sins away.

Then at the re­sur­rect­ion morn

When the last trump shall sound

May we awake to life anew

And with Thy saints be found.