Aurora caelum purpurat

The dawn was purpling o’er the sky;
With alleluias rang the air;
Earth held a glorious jubilee;
Hell gnash’d its teeth in fierce despair:

When our most valiant mighty King
From death’s abyss, in dread array,
Led the long-prison’d Fathers forth,
Into the beam of life and day:

When He, whom stone, and seal, and guard,
Had safely to the tomb consign’d,
Triumphant rose, and buried Death
Deep in the grave He left behind.

“Calm all your grief, and still your tears
Hark! the descending angel cries;
“For Christ is risen from the dead,
And Death is slain, no more to rise."

O Jesu! from the death of sin
Keep us, we pray; so shalt Thou be
The everlasting Paschal joy
Of all the souls new born in Thee.

Now to the Father, and the Son
Who rose from death, be glory given;
With Thee, O holy Comforter!
Henceforth by all in earth and Heaven.