RESURRECTION by Helen M. M. Phelps

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Mar 27, 1907

RESURRECTION.

By Helen M. M. Phelps

"And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto Me."

LIFT Him up, the King of Glory, O'er sin's clouds so dark and grim; See! the light from yonder heaven Floods with gold the cross and Him.

Slowly, gently, bear the Burden To the tomb, and seal the stone; Earth and heaven quake with sorrow As the Son lies there alone!

Lo, the angel, mighty angel, From the Father draweth nigh. Deep in sleep so still and death-like, See, the Roman soldiers lie.

Silvery notes of heavenly music Palpitating thru the air! Rarest perfume of sweet blossoms Steals like incense everywhere.

Hush! The miracle is finished 'Twixt the Father and the Son. In life's marvel—resurrection— Victory over death is won.

By the grave, unsealed, the women Kneel before the shroud and board. Where, O where, the martyred Saviour, Where, O where, their absent Lord?

Lo, the angel, mighty angel, From the throne is whom they see: "He's not here, for He is risen,— Gone before to Galilee."

Lift Him up, the Man of Sorrows, Let the vilest sinner see; Let him feel that Love and Mercy Crucified on Calvary!

HELEN M. M. PHELPS.