He Rose! O Morn of Wonder!

He rose! O morn of won­der!

They saw His light go down

Whose hate had crushed Him un­der

A king with­out a crown.

No plume

no gar­land wore He

Despised death’s vic­tor lay

And wrapped in night His glo­ry

That claimed a grand­er day.

He rose! He burst im­mor­tal

From death’s dark realm alone

And left its heav­en­ward por­tal

Swung wide for all His own.

Nor need one ter­ror seize us

To face earth’s fi­nal pain

For they who fol­low Je­sus

But die to live again.