Morn of morns, and day of days! Beauteous were thy newborn rays: Brighter yet from death???s dark prison Christ, the Light of lights, is risen. He commanded, and His Word Death and the dread chaos heard; Oh, shall we, more deaf than they, In the chains of darkness stay? Nature yet in shadow lies; Let the sons of light arise, And present the morning rays With sweet canticles of praise. While the dead world sleeps around, Let the sacred temples sound Law, and prophet, and blest psalm Lit with holy light so calm. Unto hearts in slumber weak Let the heavenly trumpet speak; And a newer walk express Their new life to righteousness. Grant us this, and with us be, O Thou Fount of charity, Thou Who dost the Spirit give, Bidding the dead letter live. Glory to the Father, Son, And to Thee, O Holy One, By Whose quickening breath divine Our dull spirits turn and shine.