Joyful morn
In the garden, on that night
You defeated Satan’s might.
‘Not my will, but Yours be done.’
Angels watch without a sound
As Your tears drop to the ground:
‘This is my belovèd son.’
In death You were victorious,
The temple curtain torn.
The Lord of love is risen!
Oh joyful, joyful morn!
Stark against a dark’ning sky
On a cross You’re lifted high,
Fighting all the powers of hell.
Battle over evil done,
Victory is finally won.
Shout aloud: Your glory tell!
Chorus
On the third day, at the dawn
Joy to women once forlorn –
Angels tell of life again!
You have risen as You said,
You’ve ascended from the dead!
Evermore our Lord shall reign!
Chorus
© John Leonard, March 2016