On The Resurrection Morning

"O death, where is your victory?

O death, where is your sting?"

1 Corinthians 15:55

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.

The Empty Tomb

"On Resurrection Morning"

 The Reverend Sabine Baring-Gould

(1834-1824)

English minister and hymn writer