Risen and Coming Again

In the twi­light gray

of the bless­èd day

When death was cap­tive led;

From the drea­ry tomb

and its chill­ing gloom

A voice came from the dead:

Life and im­mor­tal­ity

Are brought to light

for Christ is ris­en;

And from His pri­son house of clay

There streams the light of end­less day.

Mary weep­ing came

whis­per­ing Je­sus’ name

With doubts and fears dis­mayed.

Tears of sor­row rolled

and her ang­uish told

But an­gels quick­ly said:

Haste and tell to those He loved

And loved so well

that Christ is ris­en!

From that cold bed where once He lay

There streams the light of end­less day.

From the roc­ky bed of the slum­ber­ing dead

Each ran­somed form shall rise

And the trum­pet’s call shall awak­en all

When from the part­ing skies

Christ in might will sure­ly come

With an­gels bright

for He is ris­en

And for His own be­loved will come

And bear them to their rest and home.