Morn of Morns, and Day of Days

Morn of morns

and day of days!

Beauteous were thy new­born rays:

Brighter yet from death’s dark pri­son

Christ

the Light of lights

is ris­en.

He com­mand­ed

and His Word

Death and the dread cha­os heard;

Oh

shall we

more deaf than they

In the chains of dark­ness stay?

Nature yet in sha­dow lies;

Let the sons of light arise

And pre­sent the morn­ing rays

With sweet can­ti­cles of praise.

While the dead world sleeps around

Let the sac­red tem­ples sound

Law

and pro­phet

and blest psalm

Lit with ho­ly light so calm.

Unto hearts in slum­ber weak

Let the heav­en­ly trum­pet speak;

And a new­er walk ex­press

Their new life to right­eous­ness.

Grant us this

and with us be

O Thou fount of char­ity

Thou who dost the Spir­it give

Bidding the dead let­ter live.

Glory to the Fa­ther

Son

And to Thee

O Ho­ly One

By whose quick­en­ing breath di­vine

Our dull spir­its turn and shine.