1 Again the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 O what a night was that, which wrapp'd
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun which broke this day
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue.

4 Ten thousand diff'ring lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatter'd blessings from its wings,
To nations yet unborn.

5 Jesus, the friend of human kind,
With strong compassion mov'd,
Descended like a pitying God,
To save the souls he lov'd.

6 The pow'rs of darkness leagu'd in vain
To bind his soul in death;
He shook their kingdom when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

7 Not long the toils of hell could keep
The hope of Judah's line;
Corruption never could take hold
On aught so much divine.

8 And now his conq'ring chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;
While broke, beneath his pow'rful cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.

9 Exalted high at God's right hand,
And Lord of all below,
Thro' him is pard'ning love dispens'd,
And boundless blessings flow.

10 And still for erring, guilty man,
A brother's pity flows;
And still his bleeding heart is touch'd
With mem'ry of our woes.

11 To thee, my Saviour, and my King,
Glad homage let me give;
And stand prepar'd like thee to die,
With thee that I may live.