Again the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn;
And pours increasing day.

O what a night was that, which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn;
Which scatters blessings from its wings,
To nations yet unborn.

J ESUS , the friend of human kind,
With strong compassion mov'd,
Descended like a pitying G OD ,
To save the souls he lov'd.

The powers of darkness leagued in vain
To bind his soul in death;
He shook their kingdom when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

Not long the toils of hell could keep
The hope of J UDAH 's line;
Corruption never could take hold
On aught so much divine.

And now his conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;
While broke, beneath his powerful cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.

Exalted high at G OD 's right hand,
The Lord of all below,
Thro' him is pardoning love dispens'd,
And boundless blessings flow.

And still for erring, guilty man,
A brother's pity flows;
And still his bleeding heart is touch'd
With memory of our woes.

To thee, my Saviour, and my king,
Glad homage let me give;
And stand prepar'd like thee to die,
With thee that I may live.