LXXX. On the Resurrection

1 Hail thou happy Morn, so glorius!
Come ye Saints, your Griefs give o'er,
Sing how Jesus rose Victorious,
by his own almighty Pow'r;
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
To the glorious Son of God.

2 Tell us Seraphs, ye that wonder'd,
When ye saw the Lord arise;
When ye saw him ascend yonder,
What were then your Heav'nly Joys;
Then 'twas Glory, then 'twas Glory, then 'twas Glory
To the conquering King of Kings.

3 Countless Bands of Angels glorious,
Cloath'd in bright aetherial blue;
Straight the sound of Christ Victorious,
From their silver Trumpets flew:
Christ Triumphant, Christ Triumphant, Christ Triumphant,
Rise Conqu'ror o'er the Tomb.

4 See! my Friends, is that the Saviour
Who was crowned with the Thorns
Glorious Majesty and Power,
Now his sacred Head adorns:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
That dear Head no more shall bleed.

5 Is that he! who dy'd on Calv'ry?
that was pierced with the Spear?
Clad with countless Suns of Glory
See he rises through the Air:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Zion's Mourners now rejoice.

6 Was the Person then so sacred;
Which the Jews so marr'd and spoil'd?
Yes, y Saints, we own his God-head,
Though by some he's still revil'd.
All Creation, all Creation, all Creation
Soon shall own him Lord of all.

7 Tremble, ye who him rejected,
Lo! he breaks through yonder Cloud;
Rise ye Saints, and shout Triumphant
Victory through Jesus' Blood.
Hark the Trumpet, Hark the Trumpet, Hark the Trumpet,
Sounds the Resurrection Morn.

Text Information
First Line: Hail thou happy Morn, so glorious!
Title: On the Resurrection
Language: English
Publication Date: 1774
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