'Twas at the matin hour

'Twas at the matin hour

Tune: ['Twas at the matin hour]
Published in 3 hymnals

Representative Text

1 'Twas at the matin hour,
Before the early dawn;
The prison doors flew open,
The bolts of death were drawn.

2 'Twas at the matin hour,
When pray'rs of saints are strong;
When two short days ago He bore
The spitting, wounds, and wrong.

3 From realms unseen, an unseen way,
Th' Almighty Saviour came,
And following on His silent steps,
An Angel armed in flame.

4 The stone is rolled away,
The keepers fainting fall,
Satan and Pilate's watchmen,
The day has scared them all.

5 The Angel came full early,
But Christ had gone before,
Not for Himself, but for His Saints,
Is burst the prison door.

6 When all His Saints assemble,
Make haste ere twilight cease,
His Easter blessing to receive,
And so lie down in peace.

Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #381

Text Information

First Line: 'Twas at the matin hour



Instances (1 - 3 of 3)
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A Hymnal and Service Book for Sunday Schools, Day Schools, Guilds, Brotherhoods, etc. #578

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The Sunday-School Hymnal and Service Book (Ed. A) #522

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Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #381

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