Lauds in Eastertide

Eastertide at Lauds –

1. Light’s glitt’ring morn bedecks the sky,
Heaven thunders forth its victor cry,
The glad earth shouts its triumph high,
And groaning hell makes wild reply:

2. While he, the King of glorious might
Treads down death’s strength in death’s despite,
And trampling hell by victor’s right,
Brings forth his sleeping Saints to light.

~Office Hymn