Heaven with Rosy Morn Is Glowing

Heaven with ro­sy morn is glow­ing

Songs of tri­umph fill the air

Strains of praise from earth are flow­ing

Hell is writh­ing in des­pair.

Earth’s great king

in glo­ry spring­ing

From the deep se­pulch­ral night

While loud an­thems round are ring­ing

Leads His saints to life and light.

Useless watch the guards are keep­ing

O’er that tomb so still and lone;

He who there in death was sleep­ing

Bursts the seal

and rends the stone.

Weep no more; no more be giv­en

Gushing tears and mourn­ful sighs

For the grave’s dark gates are riv­en

Christ is ris­en! the an­gel cries.

Be our Pas­chal joy un­end­ing!

And

O Lord

deign Thou to save

Contrite souls

that low­ly bend­ing

Pray for life be­yond the grave.

Praise the Fa­ther

earth and Heav­en

Praise the Son

who rose this day

To the Spir­it praise be giv­en—

Three in One

and One in three.