On the Resurrection Morning

On the re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing

Soul and bo­dy meet again

No more sor­row

no more weep­ing

No more pain.

Here awhile they must be part­ed

And the flesh its Sab­bath keep

Waiting in a ho­ly still­ness

Wrapped in sleep.

For a while the wea­ried bo­dy

Lies with feet to­ward the morn;

Till the last and bright­est East­er

Day be born.

But the soul in con­tem­pla­tion

Utters ear­nest pray­er and strong

Bursting at the re­sur­rect­ion

Into song.

Soul and bo­dy re­unit­ed

Thenceforth no­thing shall di­vide

Waking up in Christ’s own like­ness

Satisfied.

O the beau­ty

O the glad­ness

Of that re­sur­rect­ion day

Which shall not through end­less ag­es

Pass away!

On that hap­py East­er morn­ing

All the graves their dead re­store

Father

mo­ther

sis­ter

bro­ther

Meet once more.

To that bright­est of all meet­ings

Bring us

Je­sus Christ

at last

By Thy cross

through death and judg­ment

Holding fast.