NOW flees the night across the hills,
For ravening spite and fateful wills
Have wrought Love's saving wonder. Lo;
The sepulchres supernal glow; for He
Is risen.
Oh kindly gloaming robe! No more
Inwrap the shame from peak to shore;
God's heart has touched the world. Unfold
Thy leaden mists to lucent gold; for He
Is risen.
Gone is the star of tender light
That gleamed on Shinar's seerful sight,
Lost in day's ardent kingship. So
Hope's passage into act we know; For He
Is risen.
