Day Of God, Thou Blessed Day

Day of God, thou blessèd day,

At thy dawn the grave gave way

To the power of Him within,

Who had, sinless, bled for sin.

Thine the radiance to illume

First, for man, the dismal tomb,

When its bars their weakness owned,

There revealing death dethroned.

Then the Sun of righteousness

Rose, a darkened world to bless,

Bringing up from mortal night

Immortality and light.

Day of glory, day of power,

Sacred be thine every hour:

Emblem, earnest, of the rest

That remaineth for the blest.