M Y RISEN LORD M y risen Lord, I feel Thy strong protection; I see Thee stand among the graves today; "I am the Way, the Life, the Resurrection/7 I,hear Thee say. And all the burdens I have carried sadly Grow light as blossoms on an April day: M y cross becomes a staff, I journey gladly This Easter day. — Author Unknown If Easter be not true, Then all the lilies low must lie; The Flanders poppies fade and die; The spring must lose her fairest bloom For Christ were still within the tomb— If Easter be not true. If Easter be not true, Then faith must mount on broken wing; Then hope no more immortal spring; Then hope must lose her mighty urge; Life prove a phantom, death a dirge, IF EASTER BE NOT TRUE
EASTER Sing, soul of mine, this day of days, The Lord is risen. Toward the sunrising set thy face, The Lord is risen. Behold, He giveth strength and grace; For darkness, light; for mourning, praise; For sin, His holiness; for conflict, peace. Arise, O soul, this Easter day! Forget the tomb of yesterday, For thou from bondage art set free;
THE CHASTISEMENT OF OUR PEACE W A S UPON H IM Darkly rose the guilty morning When, the King of Glory scorning, Raged the fierce Jerusalem: See the Christ, His cross uphearing, See Him stricken, meekly wearing The thorn-platted diadem. Not the crowd whose cries assailed Him, Not the hands that rudely nailed Him, Slew Him on the cursed tree; Ours the sin from heaven that called Him, Ours the sin whose burden galled Him In the sad Gethsemane. For our sins, of glory emptied, He was fasting, lone, and tempted, He was slain on Calvary; Yet He for His murderers pleaded, Lord, by us that prayer is needed; We have pierced, yet trust in Thee. In our our wealth and tribulation, By Thy precious cross and passion, By Thy blood and agony, By Thy glorious resurrection, By Thy Holy Ghost's protection, Make us Thine eternally. Easter day breaks! Christ rises! Mercy every way is infinite— Earth breaks up; time drops away; In flows Heaven with its new day Of endless life— What is left for us save in growth Of soul to rise up— From the gift looking to the giver, And from the cistern to the river, And from the finite to infinity, And from man's dust to God's divinity. — Robert Browning — Author Unknown REST REMAINETH
Thou sharest in His victory And life eternal is for thee, Because the Lord is risen.
— Author Unknown
FOR ME! Under an Eastern sky, Amid a rabble cry, A Man went forth to die, For me!
Thorn-crowned His blessed head, Blood-stained His every tread, Cross-laden on He sped, For me! Pierced glow His hands and feet, Three hours o'er Him did beat, Fierce rays of noon-tide heat, For me! Thus wert thou made all mine, Lord, make me wholly Thine, Give grace and strength divine, To me! In thought and word and deed, Thy will to do; my feet to lead Even though they bleed To Thee!
If Easter be not true. If Easter be not true,
'Twere foolishness the cross to bear; He died in vain who suffered there; What matter though we laugh or cry, Be good or evil, live or die,
If Easter be not true? If Easter is not true—
But it is true, and Christ is risen! And mortal spirit from its prison Of sin and death with Him may rise! Worthwhile the struggle, sure the prize, Since Easter, aye, is true! — Henry H. Barstow
— -Author Unknown
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