O blessed morn of long ago,
The dawn that melts all fear,
My heart wells up as angels voice
Those words all flesh shall hear!

For all were seized in Satan’s fold,
And souls were bound to night,
But heralds sing a brand new day
When darkness bowed to light!

O time recalls the golden rays
Then streaming from the sun,
Too, pouring thru the open jaws
That meant God’s vict’ry won!

For your demons could not seal!
And, the rock you thought was strong
Failed to render Adam’s curse
When Christ rose up with his song!

Ah, heaven demands an answer!
Hell’s tomb stands bare, alone!
O death where hides thy victim?
O grave, how weak your stone!

Yes, His heel was bruised;
But now your head is bent
To be crushed by His return
When legions high are sent!

We shout with joy and praising
That taunts your weakened stance
Foul grip no match and failing
Against His Life and Dance!

For we are His forever
True bride, since washed and free
Preparing for the joy to come
In mansion that will be!

O blessed morn of long ago,
You turned us white as snow:
Glory’s hope that Jesus gave
New birth in Him! We’re whole!

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