tr., John Brownlie
Hail rising morn! for He hath risen;
Hail light that gilds the Eastern skies;
For, from the bonds of darkest prison,
Thy first beams saw the Christ arise.
O merciful and gracious One!
The gates of Hades Thou hast rent,
And by Thy Rising, Christ the Son,
No more we lie in bondage pent.
To-day the lips of Adam sing;
Eve hails the Christ of mankind born;
And patriarchs and prophets bring
Their hymns to greet the wondrous morn.
And Thine the glory, Thine the power,
By glowing hearts in praise expressed;
For Thine the might, this glorious hour,
By which the sons of men are blessed.