Luke 24:1

• [Luk 24:1] Blest Morning, Whose Young Dawning Rays

  Blest morning, whose young dawning rays Beheld our rising God, That saw Him triumph o’er the dust, And leave His dark abode! In the cold prison of a tomb The dead Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th’appointed day. Hell and the grave unite their force To hold our God in vain; The sleeping Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. To Thy great Name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay; And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day. Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King; Let Heav’n, and earth, and rocks, and seas, With glad hosannas ring.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 24:1] Let Us Rise In Early Morning

  Let us rise in early morning, And, instead of ointments, bring Hymns of praises to our Master, And His Resurrection sing: We shall see the Sun of Justice Ris’n with healing on His wing, Ris’n with healing on His wing. Thy unbounded loving-kindness, They that groaned in Hades’ chain, Prisoners, from afar beholding, Hasten to the light again And to that eternal Pascha Wove the dance and raised the strain, Wove the dance and raised the strain. Go ye forth, His saints, to meet Him! Go with lamps in every hand! From the sepulcher He riseth: Ready for the Bridegroom stand: And the Pascha of salvation Hail, with His triumphant band, Hail, with His triumphant band.

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  source: Cyberhymnal