tr., John Brownlie

I

Hail rising morn! for He hath risen;

Hail light that gilds the Eastern skies;

For, from the bonds of darkest prison,

Thy first beams saw the Christ arise.

II

O merciful and gracious One!

The gates of Hades Thou hast rent,

And by Thy Rising, Christ the Son,

No more we lie in bondage pent.

III

To-day the lips of Adam sing;

Eve hails the Christ of mankind born;

And patriarchs and prophets bring

Their hymns to greet the wondrous morn.

IV

And Thine the glory, Thine the power,

By glowing hearts in praise expressed;

For Thine the might, this glorious hour,

By which the sons of men are blessed.