Glorious to our watching eyes,

On the blessed first of days,

See the radiant sun arise,

Clad in glowing garb of praise;

And the angel's words have given

Hope to earth, and joy to heaven.

Ah, the darkness of the night;

Ah, the sighing, and the pain;

But the Rising of the Light,

Bids us dry our tears again;

For our Light, ascending brings

Joy and healing in His wings.

He is risen, even as He said,--

Great the joy the vision gives;

Tell the soul to gladness dead,

That the Lord Immortal lives;

And the dead to hope shall spring

Heavenward, as on tireless wing.