All hail the morn! when from the skies,
At first gray light of day,
An angel found the sepulcher,
And rolled the stone away.
All hail the morn! when Christ arose
Triumphant from the tomb;
And shed a fragrance o’er the grave,
And scattered all its gloom.
All hail the morn! when to the tomb,
The women came with fear;
And heard the angels gladly say,
He’s risen, He’s not here.
All hail the morn! no longer fear,
For now can all men sing,
O grave, where is thy victory?
And death, where is thy sting?