HYMN III. For EASTER-SUNDAY. Anna Laetitia Barbauld (née Aikin) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T236 K019955.000 Barbauld, Mrs. (Anna Letitia), 1743-1825. Poems. London printed for Joseph Johnson 1773 pp. 118-120. vi,138p. ; 4⁰.

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HYMN III . For EASTER-SUNDAY . AGAIN the LORD of life and light Awakes the kindling ray ; Unseals the eyelids of the morn , And pours increasing day . O what a night was that , which wrapt The heathen world in gloom ! O what a sun which broke this day , Triumphant from the tomb ! This day be grateful homage paid , And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart , And praise on every tongue . Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn ; Which scatters blessings from its wings , To nations yet unborn . JESUS , the friend of human kind , With strong compassion mov'd , Descended like a pitying GOD , To save the souls he lov'd . The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind his soul in death ; He shook their kingdom when he fell , With his expiring breath . Not long the toils of hell could keep The hope of JUDAH's line ; Corruption never could take hold On aught so much divine . And now his conquering chariot-wheels Ascend the lofty skies ; While broke , beneath his powerful cross , Death's iron sceptre lies . Exalted high at GOD's right hand , And LORD of all below , Thro' him is pardoning love dispens'd , And boundless blessings flow . And still for erring , guilty man , A brother's pity flows ; And still his bleeding heart is touch'd With memory of our woes . To thee , my Saviour , and my king , Glad homage let me give ; And stand prepar'd like thee to die , With thee that I may live .