Morn’s roseate hues have decked the sky; The Lord has risen with victory: Let earth be glad, and raise the cry, Alleluia! The Prince of Life with death has striv’n, To cleanse the earth His blood has giv’n; Has rent the veil, and opened Heav’n: Alleluia! And He, the wheat-corn, sown in earth, Has giv’n a glorious harvest-birth, Rejoice, and sing with holy mirth: Alleluia! And he, dear Lord, that with Thee dies, And fleshly passions crucifies, In body, like to Thine, shall rise: Alleluia! O grant us then, with Thee to die, To spurn earth’s fleeting vanity, And love the things above the sky: Alleluia! Oh, praise the Father, and the Son, Who has for us the triumph won, And holy Ghost—the Three in One: Alleluia! |