BLEST morning, whose first dawning rays Beheld the Son of God Arise triumphant from the grave, And leave His dark abode!
Wrapped in the silence of the tomb The great Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought The third, the appointed day.
Hell and the grave combined their force To hold our Lord, in vain; The Conqueror suddenly arose, And burst their feeble chain.
To Thy great name, Almighty Lord, We’ll sacred honours pay, Our hearts and voices shall proclaim The triumphs of the day.
Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King! Let Heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, With adoration ring!
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748