EASTER MORNING (Bishop Ogles)

 

O glorious night, and early morn, 

       In which we slept and dreamt of things beyond our grasp.

The whole of earth draped in robes forlorn

       Not knowing of that which was come to pass.

 

From out the pristine canopy of stars

       Shown One whose glory them all outshined.

It pierced the darkness of ancient prison bars,

      It was the sign of our Holy Lord Divine.

 

The Morning Star now gently fades to sight,

        As Rising Sun the world with warmth imbues.

The people who sat in dark of Night,

       Can now walk free in resplendent Light and morning dews.

 

The graven Tomb of Garden sweet and quiet

      Gave up its charge of One it could not hold.

The women came and wondered at the sight,

      Of such a wondrous event foretold.

 

From ancient days the Truth had been revealed

      And in sacred page the prophets had declared,

The great Redeemer’s sacrificial death had sealed

      Our faith, and hurting souls inspired.