Tis easy when the morning

’Tis easy when the morning
  Appears at last to view
To praise thy strong Redeemer
  Who burst the bondage through,
But ’tis the praise at midnight
  That gives the foe alarm,
That glorifies thy Savior,
  And bares His strong right arm.

If thou wouldst be a conqueror,
  Yea, more than conqueror thou,
If thou wilt shout in triumph
  And claim the victory now;
The prison-doors will open,
  The dungeon gleam with light,
And sin-chained souls around thee
  Shall see thy Lord’s great might.