1 All hail the glorious morn
That saw our Saviour rise,
With vict'ry bright adorn'd,
And triumph in His eyes!
Ye saints, extol your risen Lord,
And sing His praise with sweet accord.
2 Behold the Lamb of God,
The atoning Sacrifice,
Sustains the dreadful load
Of man's iniquities;
Death, sin, and hell, our cruel foes,
All vanquish'd fell when Jesus rose.
3 The Conqueror ascends
In triumph to the skies:
Celestial hosts attend,
To crown His victories;
Hark! they proclaim His glorious name;
And heaven resounds Immanuel's fame.
4 Now to the throne above
Let ev'ry saint draw near;
There dwells incarnate love;
Grace sits triumphant there;
See mercy smile, e'en on that throne
Where once did wrath and justice frown.
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First Line: | All hail the glorious morn |
Meter: | H. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: Resurrection of; Resurrection: Of Christ |
Notes: | Author from index: Peacock |