Morning red! Morning red!
Now the shadows all are fled;
Now the Sabbath's cloudless glory
Tells anew the wondrous story,
Christ is risen from the dead.

All around, all around,
Solemn silence reigned profound;
When, with blaze and sudden thunder,
Angels burst the tomb asunder,
And the Saviour was unbound.

Forth he came, Forth He came,
Robed in white, celestial flame!
Mary, at His empty prison,
Knew not her Redeemer risen,
Till he called her by her name.

Morning red! Morning red!
Christ is risen from the dead!
Still He walketh in the garden,
Speaking words of love and pardon,
Though the crown is on His head!

Morning red! Morning red!
Thou dost light His crowned head!
Brightest jewel of His glory,
Ever shines that wondrous story,
Christ is risen from the dead.