I

Hail! the morn with gladness crowned,

Morn of morns, O glad and glorious!

When the Lord of Life, renowned,

Brake the bands of death, victorious.

II

Hades gazed in dread surprise,

As the light the darkness sundered;

Prisoners raised their weary eyes

Lit with hope, and mutely wondered.

III

Wounded was the Victor's brow,

Where the angry thorns distressed it;

But the conqueror's laurel now

Winding, on His forehead rested.

IV

Hail! the Man from death arisen.

Hail! the Christ a Victor glorious.

Thou hast broken hades' prison,

Christ, the Son of God, victorious.