1 Lo! the morn eternal breaks,
Come and see the empty tomb;
From the dead the Saviour wakes,
And He scatters all death’s gloom.
Refrain:
Cease your mourning, languid ones,
Come and dry your tearful eyes,
From the grave see Jesus comes,
Death has lost its precious prize.
2 Lo! the morn eternal breaks,
Come and see the empty tomb;
From the dead the Saviour wakes,
And He scatters all death’s gloom. [Refrain]
3 See the seal is broken now,
Human pow’r could not Him stay;
Lo! the angels to Him bow,
And He scatters all death’s gloom. [Refrain]
4 Ye who fear the foeman, Death,
Think upon your blessed Lord;
Think of what He did bequeath,
And He scatters all death’s gloom. [Refrain]
Source: Worship and Service #109