The day draws on with golden light

Lyrics
The day draws on with golden light Glad songs go echoing through the height The broad earth lifts an answering cheer The deep makes moan with wailing fear For lo, he comes, the mighty King To take from death his power and sting To trample down his gloomy reign And break the weary prisoner's chain Enclosed he lay in rocky cell With guard of armèd sentinel; But thence returning, strong and free He comes with pomp of jubilee The sad apostles mourn him slain Nor hope to see their Lord again; Their Lord, whom rebel thralls defy Arraign, accuse and doom to die But now they put their grief away The pains of hell are loosed today; For by the grave, with flashing eyes "Your Lord is risen," the Angel cries Maker of all, to thee we pray Fulfil in us thy joy today; When death assaults, grant, Lord, that we May share thy paschal mystery To thee, who, dead, again dost live All glory, Lord, thy people give; All glory, as is ever meet To Father and to Paraclete
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Credits
- Writers
- Edward Bairstow
- Thomas Alexander Lacey