1 Morning breaks upon the tomb;
Jesus scatters all its gloom.
Day of triumph through the skies,
See the glorious Savior rise.
2 You who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade.
Drive your anxious cares away;
See the place where Jesus lay.
3 Christian, dry your flowing tears;
Chase your unbelieving fears.
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his pow'r to save.
Source: Christian Worship: a Lutheran hymnal #159
|First Line:||Morning breaks upon the tomb|
|Author:||William Bengo Collyer|