The morning kindles all the sky

1The morning kindles all the sky, The heavens resound with anthems high,
The shining angels, as they speed, Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed!"

2Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred, While Roman warriors stood on guard;
Majestic from the spoiled tomb In pomp of triumph, he has come!

3When the amazed disciples heard, Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred;
Their Lord's beloved face to see, Eager they haste to Galilee.

4His pierced hands to them he shows, His face with love's own radiance glows;
They with the angels' message speed, And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!"

5O Christ, thou King compassionate! Our hearts possess, on thee we wait;
Help us to render praises due, To thee the endless ages through!