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And before His bridal light
All the denizens of night,
Fear, and shame, and sorrow fade ;
Bless the day the Lord hath made ]
Angels, who the morn outrun To adore the glorious Sun ; At whose step the firm earth shakes, From whose eye the lightning breaks; Ye, whose hand excels in might; Ye, whose accents breathe delight; Forms in dazzling white array'd ; Bless the day the Lord hath made !
Holy women, whom the dawn Sees by pious duty drawn To the Saviour's rock-hewn bed, Tears, and unguents rich, to shed ; Stay your tears, your gifts withhold; Angel-led, the cave behold, Where the Saviour's corse was laid : Bless the day the Lord hath made !
Holy men, beloved pair,
Who with rival speed repair
To explore the inmost gloom
Of the yet untrodden tomb ;
Mark the clothes, that wrapped Him rou
Swathed His limbs, His temples bound,
All in seemliest order laid :
Bless the day the Lord hath made !
First of all the faithful train To behold thy Lord again, Stay not, Mary, weeping here ; See, thy Saviour's self is near: