Light’s Glittering Morn Bedecks the Sky LUTON—Rev. George Burder Light’s Glittering Morn Bedecks the Sky 1 Light’s glittering morn bedecks the sky; Heaven thunders forth its victor-cry; The glad earth shouts her triumph high, And groaning hell makes wild reply; 2 While He, the King, the mighty King, Despoiling death of all its sting, And, trampling down the powers of night, Brings forth His ransom’d Saints to light. 3 His tomb of late the threefold guard Of watch and stone and seal had barr’d;