Like the Golden Sun Ascending

1 Like the golden sun ascending,
breaking through the gloom of night,
on the earth its glory spending
so that darkness takes to flight,
thus my Jesus from the grave
and death's dismal, dreadful cave
rose triumphant Easter morning
at the early purple dawning.

2 Thanks to you, O Christ victorious!
Thanks to you, O Lord of life!
Death has now no power o'er us,
you have conquered in the strife.
Thanks because you did arise
and have opened paradise!
None can fully sing the glory
Of the resurrection story.

3 You have died for my transgression,
all my sins on you were laid.
You have won for me salvation,
on the cross my debt was paid.
From the grave I shall arise
and shall meet you in the skies.
Death itself is transitory;
I shall lift my head in glory.

4 For the joy your advent gave me,
for your gospel's great reward,
for your baptism which has saved me,
for your supper and your Word;
for your death, the bitter scorn,
for your resurrection morn:
Lord, I thank you and extol you,
and in heav'n I shall behold you.

Source: Christian Worship: Hymnal #470

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