Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#XLIV

XLIV. The Lord's Day; or, The Resurrection of Christ

1 Blest morning, whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising God;
That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave his dark abode!

2 In the cold prison of a tomb
The dead Redeemer lay;
'Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day.

3 Hell, and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain;
The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.

4 To thy great name, almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay;
And loud Hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

Text Information

• First Line: Blest morning, whose young, dawning rays
• Title: The Lord's Day; or, The Resurrection of Christ
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790

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