Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#241

241. How calm and beautiful the morn

1 How calm and beautiful the morn
That gilds the sacred tomb,
Where once the Crucified was borne,
And veil'd in midnight gloom.
Oh, weep no more the Saviour slain,
The Lord is risen, He lives again.

2 Ye mourning saints, dry ev'ry tear
For your departed Lord:
"Behold the place, He is not here,"
The tomb is all unbarr'd;
The gates of death were closed in vain,
The Lord is risen; He lives again.

3 How tranquil now the rising day!
’Tis Jesus still appears,
A risen Lord, to chase away
Your unbelieving fears:
Oh, weep no more your comforts, slain,
The Lord is risen, He lives again.

4 And when the shades of evening fall,
When life’s last hour draws nigh,
If Jesus shine upon the soul,
How blissful then to die:
Since He has risen that once was slain,
Ye die in Christ to live again.

Text Information

• First Line: How calm and beautiful the morn
• Meter: C. L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Christ: Resurrection of; Resurrection: Of Christ
• Notes: Author from index: Hastings

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