'Tis easy when the morning

' Tis easy when the morning Appears at last to view To praise thy strong Redeemer Who burst the bondage through, But 'tis the praise at midnight That gives the foe alarm, That glorifies thy Savior, And bares His strong right arm.

If thou wouldst be a conqueror, Yea, more than conqueror thou, If thou wilt shout in triumph And claim the victory now; The prison-doors will open, The dungeon gleam with light, And sin-chained souls around thee Shall see thy Lord's great might.