Hail! the morn with gladness crowned,
Morn of morns, O glad and glorious!
When the Lord of Life, renowned,
Brake the bands of death, victorious.
Hades gazed in dread surprise,
As the light the darkness sundered;
Prisoners raised their weary eyes
Lit with hope, and mutely wondered.
Wounded was the Victor's brow,
Where the angry thorns distressed it;
But the conqueror's laurel now
Winding, on His forehead rested.
Hail! the Man from death arisen.
Hail! the Christ a Victor glorious.
Thou hast broken hades' prison,
Christ, the Son of God, victorious.
Hymns of the Holy Eastern Church, 1902