Sun of this morn, uprising,
Shine forth with thy brightest ray;
Lilies bloom out, surmising
'Tis the blesséd Easter Day!
Early, my heart, awaken,
Thy glorious King to meet;
Be earthly cares forsaken,
For thought of His presence sweet.
Put on thy beauteous garments,
All spotlessly white and fair;
Open thy closed apartments
To breezes of heavenly air.
For lo! the King immortal
Comes forth from the open tomb;
He has lighted death s dark portal,
And has scattered all its gloom.
Waken, O earth, in gladness,
Greet Him with music and song;
Put off thy shadows and sadness,
And rapturous praises prolong.
Welcome, O King of glory,
Thou conqueror of the grave,
With joyful tears and lowly
We bow, and Thy feet we lave.