8,8,8,8 Hail, rising morn! for He hath risen; Hail light that gilds the eastern skies; For, from the bonds of darkest prison, Thy first beams saw the Christ arise. O merciful and gracious One! The gates of hades Thou has rent; And by Thy rising, Christ the Son, The souls were freed in bondage pent. To-day the lips of Adam sing, Eve hails the Christ of mankind born; And patriarchs and prophets bring Their hymns to greet the wondrous morn. And Thine the glory, Thine the power, By glowing hearts in praise expressed; For Thine the triumph of this hour By which the sons of men are blessed. |