Morning breaks upon the tomb;
Jesus scatters all its gloom;
Day of triumph! through the skies
See the glorious Saviour rise.
Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade!
Drive your anxious cares away,
See the place where Jesus lay.
Christian, dry your flowing tears;
Chase your unbelieving fears;
Look on His deserted grave;
Doubt no more His pow'r to save.