The morning kindles all the sky, the heavens resound with anthems high

Verse 1

The morning kindles all the sky, The heavens resound with anthems high The shining angels, as they speed, Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed!"

Verse 2

Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred, While Roman warriors stood on guard. Majestic from the spoiled tomb In pomp of triumph, he has come!

Verse 3

When the amazed disciples heard, Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred; Their Lord's beloved face to see, Eager they haste to Galilee.

Verse 4

His pierced hands to them he shows, His face with love's own radiance glows; They with the angels' message speed, And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!"

Verse 5

O Christ, thou King compassionate! Our hearts possess, on thee we wait; Help us to render praises due, To thee the endless ages through!