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Christ Risen 459
Ad templa no's rursus vocal.
Morning lifts her dewy veil
With new-born blessings crown'd ; Let us haste her light to hail
In courts of holy ground. Christ hath shed a fairer morn,
From darkness rising free ; In His glorious light new-born,
Let us lift the jubilee.
From the swaddling bands of night
When sprang the world so fair, Putting on her robes of light,
O what a power was there ! When our God, who gave His Son,
His guilty foes to spare, Woke to life the guiltless One,
O what a love was there !
When from the Eternal's hand
The earth in beauty stood, Deck'd in light at His command,
He saw, and called it good. Yet a goodlier world it stood
In the Creator's sight, In the Lamb's all-cleansing blood
Wash'd to celestial white.
Isaac Williams, 1834,