1 Hail, thou happy morn, so glorious!
Come, ye saints, your griefs give o'er:
Sing how Jesus rose victorious,
By his own almighty power:
To the glorious Son of God.
2 Countless bands of angels glorious,
Clothed in bright ethereal blue;
Straight the sound of Christ victorious
From their silver trumpets flew:
Rises, conqueror o'er the tomb.
3 Is that he who died on Calv'ry,
Who was pierced with many a spear?
Clad with countless suns of glory,
See, he rises through the air:
Zion's mourner, now rejoice.
4 Tremble, ye who him rejected!
Lo! he breaks through yonder cloud;
Rise, ye saints, and shout, triumphant,
Victory! through Jesus' blood:
Hark! the trumpet
Sounds the resurrection morn.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #207
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