During the Easter season, the text of the following hymn is sung each day at Lauds. It's text is rich and provides a terrific basis for prayer and meditation...
Light's glitter'ng morn bedecks the sky,
Heav'n thunders forth its victor cry,
The glad earth shouts it triumph high,
And groaning hell makes wild reply.
While He, the King of glorious might,
Treads down death's strength in death's despite,
And trampling hell by victor's right,
Brings forth His sleeping Saints to light.
Fast barred beneath the stone of late
In watch and ward where soldiers wait,
Now shining in triumphant state,
He rises Victor from death's gate.
Hell's pains are loosed and tears are fled,
Captivity is captive led;
The Angel crowned with light hath said,
"The Lord is risen from the dead!"
We pray Thee, King with glory decked,
In this our Paschal joy, protect
From all that death would fain effect
Thy ransomed flock, Thine own elect.
In Thee Who, dead, again dost live,
All glory, Lord, Thy people give;
All glory, as is ever meet,
To Father, and to Paraclete.
Amen.
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