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Text: | He is Risen: He is not here |
Author: | Watts |
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.
5 Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King;
Let heav'n, and earth, and rocks, and seas,
With glad Hosannas ring.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Blest morning, whose young, dawning rays |
Title: | He is Risen: He is not here |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | The Resurrection of Christ, who arose for our Justification |