"Tis Resurrection Day;
The stone is rolled away
That hid from us the sense of Life and Love;
All clad in Heaven's hue,
And on God's image true,
Descends the holy vision of the dove.
Peace to each hoping heart;
Balm for the arrow's dart;
Mankind is risen from the sleep of death!
Love burst the prison bars,
And, with the morning hours,
On this fair earth we draw a freer breath.
Freedom is ours to-day;
The stone is rolled away;
No longer bound with error's grave-clothes dread;
But, folding up their gloom,
We leave them in the tomb,
And show the world we're risen from the dead.
Clouds may endure a night,
But with the morning light
Comes Truth's fair day, whose sun shall ne'er go down.
It glows with radiance clear
And brighter will appear
As Spirit's joy our faithful work shall crown.
