Horatio W. Parker - Light's glittering morn bedecks the sky - текст песни (слова)

Light's glittering morn bedecks the sky; 
 Heav'n thunders forth its victor cry; 
 The glad earth shouts her triumph high,
  And groaning hell makes wild reply, 
 While He the King, the mighty King, 
 Despoiling death of all its sting, 
 And trampling down the powers of might, 
 Brings forth His ransomed Saints to light. 
 Light's glittering morn bedecks the sky; 
 Heav'n thunders forth its victor cry. 
 
 That Eastertide with joy was bright, 
 The sun shone out with fairer light, 
 When to their longing eyes restor'd 
 Th'Apostles saw their risen Lord: 
 He bade them see His hands, His side, 
 Where yet the glorious wounds abide; 
 These tokens true which made it plain 
 Their Lord indeed was risen again.
 
 O Jesu, King of gentleness 
 Do Thou Thyself our hearts possess; 
 That we may give Thee all our days, 
 The tribute of our grateful praise. 
 
 The strife is o'er, the battle done, 
 The victory of life is won, 
 The song of triumph has begun. 
 O Lord of all with us abide, 
 In this our joyful Eastertide; 
 From ev'ry weapon death can wield, 
 Thine own redeemed for ever shield.
 Alleluia. Amen.
 
 All praise be Thine, O risen Lord, 
 From death to endless life restored, 
 All praise to God, the Father be, 
 And Holy Ghost eternally.
 Alleluia. Amen.