Dark World, rejoice! The day-spring

Dark World, rejoice! The day-spring
Has broke, more bright than when
The star-crown'd Angel chorus
Sang God's good news to men, —
The Lord of Life e'en now
From Death's dim prison
This third day risen.
With victory on His brow — Risen!
O day that seal'd for ever

The hope of hopes to man!
Made Death himself the gateway
To life's immortal span! '
That brimm'd with quickening light
The soul's grave-prison,
Whence He had risen,
God's Daystar in His might — Risen!
For all the million millions

Whirl'd on this roving ball
Since man's creation-morning,
One Lord hath died, for all;
God, yet still Man, He springs
From Death's dim prison,
In glory risen.
With healing on His wings — Risen!
But most who mourn their dearest

Through desolate silent years,
Loved with what utter longing.
And wept for with what tears —
For them the Love that died
Unbars life's prison: —
They see Christ risen,
The loved ones at His side — Risen!