Scripture Verse

My heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: My flesh also shall rest in hope, for Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell. Psalm 16:9–10


Arthur C. Coxe (1818–1896)

Words: Ar­thur C. Coxe, in Child­ren’s Prais­es, ed­it­ed by Ju­li­us Wa­ter­bu­ry (New York Ci­ty and Ro­ches­ter, New York: D. M. Dew­ey and Pott, Young & Com­pa­ny, 1871), num­ber 85, alt.

Music: East­er ca­rol Julius H. Wa­ter­bu­ry, 1871 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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


How in the flow­ery spring, my God,
The buds of pro­mise ope,
And blos­som o’er life’s thor­ny road,
To cheer the Chris­tian’s hope!
Like them ex­ult­ing from the tomb,
We, too, re­vived shall rise,
And flour­ish in im­mor­tal bloom,
In Ed­ens of the skies.

What though in pen­sive au­tumn’s wane,
Earth’s sere grown glo­ries fall,
And sleep through win­ter’s dull do­main,
When death is writ on all;
Exulting, in the break­ing year,
The li­ly doth un­close,
And dai­sies o’er the waste ap­pear,
And ros­es from the snows.

So then to dust, our dust shall turn,
So too shall rise and sing,
When falls up­on the moul­dered urn
The joy­ous dew of spring;
The God that rears the ten­der flow­ers,
And breathes to life their dust,
From cold­est grave will quick­en ours,
And new-cre­ate the just.