Morning breaks upon the tomb

1Morning breaks upon the tomb, Jesus scatters all its gloom;
Day of triumph through the skies, See the glorious Saviour rise.

2Ye who are of death afraid, Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious cares away; See the place where Jesus lay.

3Christian, dry your flowing tears; Chase your unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave; Doubt no more his power to save.