In the east the light is breaking,
All the heights are touched with gold,
And the dwellers in the valleys
See a wondrous scene unrolled.
Those who sit in outer darkness
Catch a gleam of glory bright,
And the shadows of the night-tide
Outward sweep in Living Light.
From the grave of creed and custom,
Christ's command, "Arise!" sounds clear—
And the dead awake, and rising
Feel his touch and know him near,
And their voices join with Mary's—
Master, we would know Thy will!—
While the Risen Day sweeps upward
Over height and depth and hill.
