O Welcome, Happy Day

O wel­come

hap­py day

When Je­sus rose again;

He took the sting of death away

And op­ened Heav’n to men.

Each lit­tle girl and boy

The sto­ry sweet can tell

About the strange and ho­ly joy

On Eas­ter Day that fell.

There was a rock-hewn grave

In Joseph’s gar­den-ground

Where Christ’s dear bo­dy bur­ied lay

With sol­diers watch­ing round.

But ere the dawn was ris­en

Upon that East­er morn

The King of Life had burst His pris’n

And put His foes to scorn.

And ere the sun was high

On that third hap­py day

An an­gel bright flew from the sky

And rolled the stone away.

The ho­ly women brought

Their spic­es rich and rare;

The grave was oped

the Lord they sought

No long­er rest­ed there.

O what a won­drous sight;

The sold­iers all were gone

And lo

be­hold an an­gel bright

Was sit­ting on the stone.

Fear not

he gent­ly said

Ye seek your Lord again

But He is ris’n

and left His bed;

Come

see where He has lain.