Hymns of the Russian Church ‎#49a

49a. Morn of beauty, joyous morn

Morn of beauty, joyous morn
Hails the Resurrection day,
All our fears are borne away,
Hope into our world is born.

See, the stone is rolled away,
Empty stands the silent tomb,
Death is dead, and gone the gloom
Where the risen Saviour lay.

Women bare the spices, sad,
In the early morning grey,
But they wiped their tears away,
For the angel made them glad.

Tell the tidings far abroad,
"He is risen even as He said,"
Life immortal from the dead
Is the gift of Christ our God.

Glory, glory evermore,
To the Christ Who died to save,
Wresting victory from the grave,--
To the Christ we now adore.

Text Information

• First Line: Morn of beauty, joyous morn
• Title: Morn of beauty, joyous morn
• Translator: John Brownlie
• Meter: 7,7,7,7
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1920

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