Glorious to our watching eyes,
On the blessed first of days,
See the radiant sun arise,
Clad in glowing garb of praise;
And the angel's words have given
Hope to earth, and joy to heaven.
Ah, the darkness of the night;
Ah, the sighing, and the pain;
But the Rising of the Light,
Bids us dry our tears again;
For our Light, ascending brings
Joy and healing in His wings.
He is risen, even as He said,--
Great the joy the vision gives;
Tell the soul to gladness dead,
That the Lord Immortal lives;
And the dead to hope shall spring
Heavenward, as on tireless wing.
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|Hymns of the Russian Church: being translations, centos, and suggestions from the Greek office books with an introduction #45||Glorious to our watching eyes||Glorious to our watching eyes||John Brownlie||7,7,7,7,7,7||1920|