Morning Breaks Upon The Tomb

Morning breaks upon the tomb;
Jesus scatters all its gloom.
Day of triumph through the skies;
See the glorious Savior rise.

Ye who are of death afraid
Triumph in the scattered shade.
Drive your anxious cares away;
See the place where Jesus lay.

Christians, dry your flowing tears
Chase your unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave,
Doubt no more his power to save.