On This Morn We See the Dawning

On this morn we see the dawn­ing

Of a bright and glo­ri­ous Sun;

Night is ban­ished

sha­dows flee­ing

Demons scat­ter

dev­ils run.

To the gar­den come the wo­men

Bringing spic­es for the dead

Wondering how to plead with sol­diers

Guards of em­pire

armed and dread.

See

the emp­ty se­pul­cher greets them

Heavy rock now rolled away;

No more sol­diers

nor a bo­dy

Only grave cloths where He lay.

Seal of Cae­sar could not hold Him

Nor a migh­ty door of stone;

King of kings

the Lord has tri­umphed

He has tram­pled Sa­tan’s throne.

From the tomb a light is stream­ing

Proving faith is not in vain;

In the morn­ing joy be­friends us

Sacred mys­te­ry now made plain.

Can it be? The dead is liv­ing?

Yes

the Son has hell ov­er­come;

Angel mes­sen­ger pro­claim­ing:

See the pow­er of death un­done!

From the si­lent

stone cold pri­son

God erupts in glo­ri­ous might;

Suffering ov­er

Christ has ris­en

Ends the age of gloom and night.

Death

the fi­nal ene­my

con­quered

Now we no more fear the grave;

Jesus died in place of sin­ners

And He lives

al­migh­ty to save.