Upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulcher…and they found the stone rolled away.@Luke 24:1-2
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Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs 1707-09, Book II, number 72.

Lanesboro Robert W. Dixon, 1805 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Blest morning, whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising God,
That saw Him triumph o’er the dust,
And leave His dark abode!

In the cold prison of a tomb
The dead Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th’appointed day.

Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain;
The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.

To Thy great name, almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay;
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King;
Let Heav’n, and earth, and rocks, and seas,
With glad hosannas ring.