Religious Music - All Hail to Thee, O Blessed Morn! lyrics

All hail to thee, O blessèd morn!

To tidings long by prophets borne

Hast thou fulfillment given.

O sacred and immortal day,

When unto earth, in glorious ray,

Descends the grace of Heaven!

Singing, ringing, sounds are blending,

Praises sending unto Heaven

For the Savior to us given.

'Tis God's own Image and withal,

The Son of Man, that mortals all

May find in Him a Brother.

He comes, with peace and love to bide

On earth, the erring race to guide

And help as could no other;

Rather gather closer, fonder,

Sheep that wander, feed and fold them,

Than let evil powers hold them.

He tears, like other men, will shed,

Our sorrows share, and be our aid,

Through His eternal power;

The Lord's good will unto us show,

And mingle in our cup of woe

The drops of mercy's shower;

Dying, buying through His passion

Our salvation and to mortals

Opening the heavenly portals.

He comes, for our redemption sent,

And by His glory Heaven is rent

To close upon us never;

Our blessèd Shepherd He would be,

Whom we may follow faithfully

And be with Him forever;

Higher, nigher glory winging,

Praises singing to the Father

And His Son, our Lord and Savior.