1 Bless'd morning, whose young dawning rays Beheld our rising God, That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his dark abode. 2 In the cold prison of a tomb, The dead Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day. 3 Hell and the grave unite their force To hold our God in vain, The sleeping Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. 4 To thy great Name, Almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay, And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day, 5 [Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King, Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas, With glad hosannas ring.] Hymn 2:73. Doubts scattered; or, Spiritual joy restored. 1 Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone, And leave me to my joys, My tongue shall triumph in my God, And make a joyful noise. 2 Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind, And drown'd my head in tears, Till sovereign grace with shining rays Dispell'd my gloomy fears. 3 O what immortal joys I felt, And raptures all divine, When Jesus told me, I was his, And my Beloved mine. 4 In vain the tempter frights my soul, And breaks my peace in vain, One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face, Revives my joys again. Hymn 2:74. Repentance from a sense of divine goodness; or, A complaint of ingratitude. 1 Is this the kind return, And these the thanks we owe, Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow? 2 TO what a stubborn frame Has sin reduc'd our mind! What strange rebellious wretches we, And God as strangely kind! 3 [On us he bids the sun Shed his reviving rays, For us the skies their circles run To lengthen out our days. 4 The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men, But we more base, more brutish things Reject his easy reign.] 5 Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh, Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh. 6 Let old ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes, And hourly as new mercies fall Let hourly thanks arise. Hymn 2:75. Spiritual and eternal joys; or, The beatific sight of Christ. 1 From thee, my God, my joys shall rise, And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the skies And all created bounds. 2 The holy triumphs of my soul Shall death itself out-brave, Leave dull mortality behind, And fly beyond the grave. 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns In heaven's unmeasur'd space, I'll spend a long eternity In pleasure and in praise. 4 Millions of years my wondering eyes Shall o'er thy beauties rove, And endless ages I'll adore The glories of thy love. 5 [Sweet Jesus, every smile of thine Shall fresh endearments bring, And thousand tastes of new delight From all thy graces spring. 6 Haste, my beloved, fetch my soul Up to thy bless'd abode, Fly, for my spirit longs to see My Saviour and my God. Hymn 2:76. The resurrection and ascension of Christ. 1 Hosanna to the Prince of Light, That cloth'd himself in clay, Enter'd the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away.