Again the day [morn] of gladness

Verse 1

Again the morn of gladness, The morn of light is here; And earth itself looks fairer, And heav'n itself more near; The bells, like angel voices, Speak peace to ev'ry breast. And all the land lies quiet To keep the day of rest.

Chorus

Glory be to Jesus! Let all His children say; He rose again, He rose again, On this glad day.

Verse 2

Again, O lovely Saviour, The children of Thy grace Prepare themselves to seek Thee Within Thy chosen place. Our song shall rise to greet Thee, If Thou our hearts will raise; If Thou our lips wilt open Our mouth shall show Thy praise.

Verse 3

The shining choir of angels That rest not day or night, The crowned and palm-decked martyrs, The saints arrayed in white, The happy lambs of Jesus In pastures fair above These all adore and praise Him, Whom we too praise and love.

Verse 4

The Church on earth rejoices To join with these to-day; In every tongue and nation She calls her sons to pray; Across the northern snow-fields, Beneath the Indian palms, She makes the same pure offering, And sings the same sweet psalms.

Verse 5

Tell out, sweet bells, His praises! Sing, children, sing His Name! Still louder and still farther His mighty deeds proclaim, Till all whom He redeemed Shall own Him Lord and King, Till every knee shall worship, And every tongue shall sing.