Scripture Verse

My heart is glad, and my glory rejoices…for Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt Thou let Thine Holy One to see corruption. Psalm 16:9–10


Words: Grace F. White, Praise and Thanks (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Uni­ver­sal­ist Pub­lish­ing House, 1895), num­ber 57.

Music: Saint-Tro­pez Ar­thur F. Bur­nett (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of White or Bur­nett (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


With joy we raise our voic­es
In one thanks­giv­ing song;
While ev­ery heart re­joic­es
And would the song pro­long.
’Tis glad­some East­er morn­ing,
Blest re­sur­rect­ion day;
The glo­ry of its dawn­ing
Casts all our fears away.

Today we sing the tri­umph
Of Je­sus Christ our king,
Who burst the grave’s dark fet­ters
And life to light did bring.
Who taught by His blest ris­ing,
On happy East­er day,
This migh­ty truth sur­pris­ing,
Our souls shall live al­way.

Each heart today be­liev­ing
The pro­mise of the years,
Is peace and strength re­ceiv­ing
And faith to calm all fears.
Today we hear His mes­sage,
As I live, so shall ye;
Let not your hearts be trou­bled,
Believe al­so in Me.

And thus our hearts with glad­ness
Would hail this East­er day,
And ban­ish shade of sadness
From ev­ery soul away;
For Je­sus has aris­en
To be our Lord and king;
The grave has lost its vic­to­ry,
And death has lost its sting.