O Short Was His Slumber

O short was His slumber; He woke from the dust

The Sav­ior death’s chain could not hold;

And short

since He rose

is the sleep of the just;

They shall wake

and His glo­ry be­hold.

Dear grave in the garden; hope smiled at its door

Where love’s bright­est tri­umph was told;

Christ lives! and His life will His peo­ple re­store;

They shall wake

and His glo­ry be­hold.