1 All hail the glorious morn
That saw our Saviour rise,
With victory bright adorned,
And triumph in His eyes!
Ye saints, extol your risen Lord,
And sing His praise with sweet accord.
2 Behold the Lamb of God,
The atoning Sacrifice,
Sustains the dreadful load
Of man's iniquities;
Death, sin, and hell, our cruel foes,
All vanquished fell when Jesus rose.
3 The Conqueror ascends
In triumph to the skies:
Celestial hosts attend,
To crown His victories;
Hark! they proclaim His glorious name!
And heaven resounds Immanuel's fame.
4 Now to the throne above
Let every saint draw near;
There dwells incarnate love;
Grace sits triumphant there;
See mercy smile, e'en on that throne
Where once did wrath and justice frown.
Source: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #266