The Morning Purples All the Sky

Verse 1

The morning purples all the sky,
The air with praises rings;
Defeated hell stands sullen by,
The world exulting sings:
Glory to God! our glad lips cry;
All praise and worship be,
On earth, in heaven, to God Most High,
For Christ’s great victory.

Verse 2

While He, the King all strong to save,
Rends the dark doors away,
And through the breaches of the grave
Strides forth into the day.
Glory to God! etc.

Verse 3

Death’s captive, in his gloomy prison
Fast fettered He has lain;
But He has mastered death, is risen,
And death wears now the chain.
Glory to God! etc.

Verse 4

The shining angels cry, “Away
With grief; no spices bring;
Not tears, but songs, this joyful day,
Should greet the rising King!”
Glory to God! etc.

Verse 5

That Thou our Paschal Lamb may’st be,
And endless joy begin,
Jesus, Deliverer, set us free
From the dread death of sin.
Glory to God! etc.