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Again the morn of gladness,
the morn of light, is here,
and earth itself looks fairer,
and heaven itself more near:
the bells, like angel voices,
speak peace to every breast;
and all the land lies quiet,
to keep the day of rest.
'Glory be to Jesus!'
Let all his children say;
'He rose again, he rose again,
on this glad day!'
Again, O loving Savior,
the children of thy grace
prepare themselves to seek thee
within thy chosen place.
Our song shall rise to greet thee,
if thou our hearts wilt raise;
if thou our lips wilt open,
our mouth shall show thy praise:
Glory be to Jesus!'
Let all his children say;
'He rose again, he rose again,
on this glad day!'
Tell out, sweet bells, his praises!
Sing, children, sing his Name!
Still louder and still farther
his mighty deeds proclaim,
till all whom he redeemèd
shall own him Lord and King,
till every knee shall worship,
and every tongue shall sing.
'Glory be to Jesus!'
Let all creation say;
'He rose again, he rose again,
on this glad day!
(1826-1893) 1874
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