GAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
O what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!
The powers of darkness leagued in vain,
To bind our Lord in death;
He shook their kingdom, when He fell,
By His expiring breath.
This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise cn every tongue.
Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
On nations yet unborn.
Praise therefore to the Father be,
And to the Eternal Son,
Who, quicken'd by the Spirit, hath
O'er death the triumph won.
