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325. Like the golden sun ascending

1 Like the golden sun ascending,
Breaking through the gloom of night,
On the earth his glory spending
So that darkness takes to flight;
Thus my Jesus from the grave
And death's dismal, dreadful cave,
Rose triumphant Easter morning,
At the early purple dawning.

2 Thanks to Thee, O Christ victorious!
Thanks to Thee, O Lord of life!
Death hath now no power o'er us,
Thou hast conquered in the strife;
Thanks because Thou didst arise,
And hast opened Paradise!
None can fully sing the glory
Of the resurrection story.

3 For my heart finds consolation,
And my fainting soul grows brave,
When I stand in contemplation
At Thy dark and dismal grave;
When I see where Thou didst sleep,
In death's dungeon dark and deep,
Yet didst break all bands asunder,
Must I not rejoice and wonder?

4 Though I be by sin o'ertaken,
Though I lie in helplessness,
Though I be by friends forsaken,
And must suffer sore distress,
Though I be despised, contemned,
And by all the world condemned,
Though the dark grave yawn before me,
Yet the light of hope shines o'er me.

5 Thou hast died for my transgression,
All my sins on Thee were laid;
Thou hast won for me salvation,
On the cross my debt was paid;
From the grave I shall arise,
And shall meet Thee in the skies;
Death itself is transitory,
I shall lift my head in glory.

6 Satan's arrows all lie broke,
Death and hell have met their doom;
Christ, Thy rising is the token:
Thou hast triumphed o'er the tomb;
Thou hast buried all my woe,
And my cup doth overflow;
By Thy resurrection glorious
I shall wave my palms victorious.

7 As the Son of God I know Thee,
For I see Thy sovereign power;
Sin and death shall not o'erthrow me
Even in my dying hour;
For Thy resurrection is
Surety for my heavenly bliss,
And my baptism a reflection
Of Thy death and resurrection.

8 Unto life Thou shalt arouse me
By Thy resurrection's power;
Though the hideous grave shall house me,
And my flesh the worms devour;
Fire and water may destroy
My frail body, yet with joy
I shall rise as Thou hast risen
From the deep sepulchral prison.

9 Grant me grace, O blessed Savior,
And Thy Holy Spirit send,
That my walk and my behavior
May be pleasing to the end;
That I may not fall again
Into death's grim pit and pain,
Whence by grace Thou hast retrieved me
And from which Thou hast relieved me.

10 For the joy Thy birth doth give me,
For Thy holy, precious word;
For Thy baptism which doth save me,
For Thy gracious festal board;
For Thy death, the bitter scorn,
For Thy resurrection morn,
Lord, I thank Thee and extol Thee,
And in heaven I shall behold Thee.

Text Information
First Line: Like the golden sun ascending
Author: T. Kingo (1689)
Meter: 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8.
Publication Date: 1913
Topic: The Church Year: Easter
Tune Information
Name: [Like the golden sun ascending]
Composer: Johann Schop (1642)
Meter: 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8.
Key: F Major



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