1 In the twilight gray, of the blessèd day
When death was captive led;
From the dreary tomb, and its chilling gloom,
A voice came from the dead:
"Life and immortality
Are brought to light," for Christ is risen;
And from His prison house of clay,
There streams the light of endless day.
2 Mary weeping came, whispering Jesus’ name,
With doubts and fears dismayed.
Tears of sorrow rolled, and her anguish told,
But angels quickly said:
"Haste and tell to those He loved,
And loved so well, that Christ is risen!"
From that cold bed where once He lay,
There streams the light of endless day.
3 From the rocky bed of the slumbering dead
Each ransomed form shall rise,
And the trumpet’s call shall awaken all,
When from the parting skies,
Christ in might will surely come,
With angels bright, for He is risen,
And for His own beloved will come,
And bear them to their rest and home.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14603