John Brownlie (trans.) · 50 of 130

XVI: Glorious to our watching eyes

Glorious to our watching eyes, On the blessed first of days, See the radiant sun arise, Clad in glowing garb of praise; And the angel's words have given Hope to earth, and joy to heaven.

Ah, the darkness of the night; Ah, the sighing, and the pain; But the Rising of the Light, Bids us dry our tears again; For our Light, ascending brings Joy and healing in His wings.

He is risen, even as He said,-- Great the joy the vision gives; Tell the soul to gladness dead, That the Lord Immortal lives; And the dead to hope shall spring Heavenward, as on tireless wing.