Morn’s Roseate Hues Have Decked the Sky

Morn’s ro­se­ate hues have decked the sky;

The Lord has ris­en with vic­to­ry:

Let earth be glad

and raise the cry

Alleluia!

The Prince of Life with death has striv’n

To cleanse the earth His blood has giv’n;

Has rent the veil

and op­ened Heav’n:

Alleluia!

And He

the wheat-corn

sown in earth

Has giv’n a glo­ri­ous har­vest-birth

Rejoice

and sing with ho­ly mirth:

Alleluia!

And he

dear Lord

that with Thee dies

And flesh­ly pas­sions cru­ci­fies

In bo­dy

like to Thine

shall rise:

Alleluia!

O grant us then

with Thee to die

To spurn earth’s fleet­ing van­ity

And love the things above the sky:

Alleluia!

Oh

praise the Fa­ther

and the Son

Who has for us the tri­umph won

And ho­ly Ghost—the Three in One:

Alleluia!