1 Again the morn of gladness, The morn of light, is here; And earth itself looks fairer, And heaven itself more near, The bells, like angel voices, Speak peace to every breast, And all the land lies quiet To keep the day of rest. Refrain: Glory be to Jesus, Let all His children say; He rose again, He rose again, On this glad day! 2 Again, O loving Saviour, The children of Thy grace Prepare themselves to seek Thee Within Thy chosen place. Our song shall rise to greet Thee, If Thou our hearts wilt raise; If Thou our lips wilt open, Our mouths shall show Thy praise. [Refrain] 3 The shining choir of angels, That rest not day or night, The crowned and palm-decked martyrs, The saints arrayed in white, The happy lambs of Jesus In pastures fair above These all adore and praise Him, Whom we too praise and love. [Refrain] 4 The Church on earth rejoices To join with these to-day; In every tongue and nation She calls her sons to pray; Across the Northern snow-fields, Beneath the Indian palms, She makes the same pure offering, And sings the same sweet psalms. [Refrain] 5 Tell out, sweet bells, His praises! Sing, children, sing His name! Still louder and still further His mighty deeds proclaim, Till all whom He redeemed Shall own Him Lord and King, Till every knee shall worship, And every tongue shall sing, Glory be to Jesus, Let all creation say; He rose again, He rose again, On this glad day!