“Light’s glittering morn bedecks the sky,
Heaven thunders forth its victory cry,
The glad earth shouts her triumph high,
And groaning hell makes wild reply ;
“While He, the King, the mighty King,
Despoiling death of all its sting,
And trampling down the powers of night,
Brings forth His ransomed saints to light.
“His tomb of late the threefold guard
Of watch and stone and seal had barred ;
But now, in pomp and triumph high,
He comes from death to victory.
“The pains of hell are loosed at last ;
The days of mourning now are past ;
An angel robed in light hath said, —
‘The Lord is risen from the dead.
“The apostles’ hearts were full of pain
For their dear Lord so lately slain,
By rebel servants doomed to die
A death of cruel agony.
“With gentle voice the angel gave
The women tidings at the grave, —
‘Fear not, your Master shall ye see :
He goes before to Galilee.’
“Then hastening on their eager way,
The joyful tidings to convey,
Their Lord they met, their living Lord,
And falling at His feet adored.
“Th’ eleven, when they hear, with speed
To Galilee forthwith proceed,
That there once more they may behold
The Lord’s dear face as He foretold.
“That Easter-tide with joy was bright,
The sun shone out with fairer light,
When, to their longing eyes restored,
The apostles saw their risen Lord.
“He bade them see His hands, His side.
Where yet the glorious wounds abide, —
O tokens true ! which made it plain
The Lord indeed was risen again.
“Jesus, the King of gentleness,
Do Thou Thyself our hearts possess,
That we may give Thee, all our days,
The tribute of our grateful praise.
“O Lord of all ! with us abide
In this our joyful Easter-tide :
From every weapon death can wield
Thine own redeemed forever shield.
“All praise be Thine, O risen Lord,
From death to endless life restored !
All praise to God the Father be,
And the Holy Spirit, eternally !
– ancient hymn, author not indicated.
( tweaked it just a teeny bit, just four or five words)
∗∗∗Happy Easter everyone ∗∗∗