The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts ‎#II.72

II.72. Hymn 72

Blest morning, whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising God,
That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave his dark abode!

In the cold prison of a tomb
The dead Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day.

Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain;
The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.

To thy great name, almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay;
And loud hosannahs shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

[Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King;
Let heav'n, and earth, and rocks, and seas,
With glad hosannahs ring.]

Text Information

• First Line: Blest morning, whose young dawning rays
• Title: Hymn 72
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1806

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