Behold, the bright morning appears,

And Jesus revives from the grave;

His rising removes all our fears,

And shows him almighty to save.

2 How strong were his tears and his cries,

The worth of his blood, how divine!

How perfect was his sacrifice,

Who rose though he suffered for sin.

3 The man that was crownéd with thorns,

The man that on Calvary died,

The man that bore scourging and scorns,

Whom sinners agreed to deride—

4 Now blesséd for ever is made,

And life has rewarded his pain,

Now glory has crownéd his head;

Heaven sings of the Lamb that was slain.

3 Believing, we share in his joy;

By faith, we partake in his rest;

With this we can cheerfully die,

For with him we hope to be blest.