ON EASTER DAY
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My waking eyes
Behold new skies With Easter's dawning glory bright. Since Thou didst rise New meaning lies In morning's young, transforming light. For Thou art the dawn of the world, dear Lord, Our Christ of the breaking day. Death was the night And Thou, the first light That showed where God's pathway lay; Sin was the dark And Thou, the first spark That rolled the late shadows away. Thou art the dawn of the world, dear Lord, Our Christ of the coming day. |