While The First Faint Hues Of Morning


While the first faint hues of morning,
Bring again new life and light,
Haste the loyal hearted women,
Bowed with sorrow and affright;
To the grave of doubt and darkness,
To their Master’s sealed tomb,
Ready longing to anoint Him,
With their choice and sweet perfume.

Lo the mighty seal is broken,
And the joyful word they hear;
Christ the Crucified is risen,
He is risen do not fear.

Like the first faint hues of morning,
Breaking through the midnight gloom,
Seems the grave of doubt and darkness,
Seems the now deserted tomb;
As they catch the joyful tidings,
Christ, their risen Lord draws near,
And the blessed, glad reunion,
Scatters all their gloom and fear.

Lo the mighty seal is broken,
And the joyful word they hear;
Christ the Crucified is risen,
He is risen do not fear.

By the grave of doubt and darkness,
By the cold and silent tomb,
Desolate, bereft, despondent,
Oft we stand with fear and gloom;
But the dawn of Easter morning,
On the scene its brightness throws,
And the hope of glad reunions,
Through the sealed future glows.

For the seal of death is broken,
And the joyful word we hear;
Christ the Crucified is risen,
He is risen do not fear.