1 All hail the morn! when from the skies,
At first gray light of day,
An angel found the sepulcher,
And rolled the stone away.
2 All hail the morn! when Christ arose
Triumphant from the tomb;
And shed a fragrance o’er the grave,
And scattered all its gloom.
3 All hail the morn! when to the tomb,
The women came with fear;
And heard the angels gladly say,
"He’s risen, He’s not here."
4 All hail the morn! no longer fear,
For now can all men sing,
O grave, where is thy victory?
And death, where is thy sting?Source: The Cyber Hymnal #5863