His Cheering Message from the Grave

His cheer­ing mes­sage from the grave

An an­gel to the wo­men gave:

Full soon your mas­ter ye shall see;

He goes be­fore to Ga­li­lee.

But while with fly­ing steps they press

To bear the news

all ea­ger­ness

Their Lord

the liv­ing Lord

they meet

And pros­trate fall to kiss His feet.

So when His mourn­ing fol­low­ers heard

The tid­ings of that faith­ful word

Quick went they forth to Ga­li­lee

Their loved and lost once more to see.

On that fair day of Pas­chal joy

The sun­shine was with­out al­loy

When to their ve­ry eyes re­stored

They looked up­on the ris­en Lord.

The wounds be­fore their eyes dis­played

They see in liv­ing light ar­rayed

And that they see they tes­ti­fy

In op­en wit­ness fear­less­ly.

O Christ

the King of gen­tle­ness

Our se­ve­ral hearts do Thou pos­sess

They we may ren­der all our days

Thy meed of thank­ful­ness and praise.

Maker of all

to Thee we pray

Fulfill in us Thy joy to­day;

When death as­sails

grant

Lord

that we

May share Thy Pas­chal vic­to­ry.

To Thee who

dead

again dost live

All glo­ry

Lord

Thy peo­ple give;

All glo­ry

as is ev­er meet

To Fa­ther and to Pa­ra­clete.