RESURGAM by Phœbe Cary

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 13, 1877

RESURGAM

By Phœbe Cary

O mine eyes, be not so tearful; Drooping spirit, rise, be cheerful; Heavy soul, why art thou fearful?

Nature’s sepulcher is breaking, And the earth, her gloom forsaking, Into life and light is waking.

Oh the weakness and the madness Of a heart that holdeth sadness When all else is light and gladness!

Though thy treasure death has taken, They that sleep are not forsaken, They shall hear the trump, and waken.

Shall not He who life supplieth To the dead seed, where it lieth, Quicken also man, who dieth?

Yea, the power of death was ended When He who to hell descended, Rose, and up to Heaven ascended.

Rise, my soul, then, from dejection, See in nature the reflection Of the dear Lord’s resurrection.

Let this promise leave thee never: If the might of death I sever, Ye shall also live forever.

—Phœbe Cary.