Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt Thou suffer Thine Holy One to see corruption.@Psalm 16:10

At­trib­ut­ed to Ambrose of Mi­lan (340–397) (Aurora lucis rutilat). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by Fenton J. A. Hort, 1858; appeared in Hymns for Schools and Bible Classes, by John El­ler­ton, 1859, num­ber 34, alt.

Church Tri­umph­ant James W. El­li­ott, 1874 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Fenton J. A. Hort (1828–1892)

Now dawning glows the day of days;
All Heaven resounds with songs of praise!
From earth loud shouts of triumph rise
And hell beneath with groans replies.

For He, the mighty King of day,
Hath crushed proud death’s unlawful sway,
And, marching through that dark domain,
He broke the weary prisoner’s chain.

Fierce soldiers o’er His tomb kept guard;
A mighty stone the entrance barred;
But, bursting from His prison, He rose
Triumphant o’er His baffled foes.

Loosed are the pains of hell this hour;
Death over life hath lost his power;
The Lord is risen, the angel said,
Why seek the living ’mid the dead?

Thou gracious King and Lord of day,
Dwell Thou within our hearts, we pray;
So from Thine own shall grateful praise
Rise to Thy throne through all our days.