With Joyful Hearts We Hail The Morn

With joyful hearts we hail the morn
That bro’t Christ from the grace;
Hail Him who died and rose again,
A sinful race to save.

In Him I trust,
He is my constant friend;
On Him my hopes,
My hopes of heav’n depend.

I love the Christ of Bethlehem,
The pure, incarnate Word;
I love the lowly Nazarene,
But most, the risen Lord. [Refrain]

The “Mightier,” the Son of God
Whose pow’r the world must own,
For sinful man death’s portals trod,
But now’s the risen One. [Refrain]