The Lord is risen indeed.
Luke 24:34
Words: Josephine D. Heard, in the African Methodist Episcopal Hymn and Tune Book (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: African Methodist Episcopal Book Concern, 1898), number 741.
Music: Derrick (Yeocum) Ida M. Yeocum, 1898 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Yeocum (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Lo! the glorious dawn is breaking,
And the night of gloom is gone,
All the earth from slumber waking,
Hails with joy the Easter morn!
Lo! the sun’s bright rays are peeping
Over Calvary’s crimson height;
Soldier guards who watch were keeping,
Saw Him rise in power and might!
Lo! the sun’s bright rays are peeping
Over Calvary’s crimson height;
Soldier guards who watch were keeping,
Saw Him rise in power and might!
Mary ran with footsteps fleeter,
Than the other two that went—
Where an angel sat to greet her,
And the grave a glory lent.
With their spices they were going,
To the tomb where Jesus lay—
Faithful ones, without the knowing,
Who should roll the stone away?
With their spices they were going,
To the tomb where Jesus lay—
Faithful ones, without the knowing,
Who should roll the stone away?
To the rich man’s new sepulcher,
Mary’s eager feet drew near;
Lo, she saw the tomb was open,
And her heart was filled with fear!
At the grave she stooped, and peeping,
Angels saw in white arrayed,
Where her Lord was lately sleeping,
And the clothes aside were laid!
At the grave she stooped, and peeping,
Angels saw in white arrayed,
Where her Lord was lately sleeping,
And the clothes aside were laid!
Back she drew with fear and quaking,
But the angel watcher said:
Jesus is among the living,
Seek Him not among the dead.
He is risen, He is risen,
Now dispel thy gloom and fear;
From the grave’s embrace and prison
Rose triumphant, He’s not here!
He is risen, He is risen,
Now dispel thy gloom and fear;
From the grave’s embrace and prison
Rose triumphant, He is not here!
Shout with gladdest acclamation,
Raise with joy the gladsome sound,
And with great acceleration,
Spread to earth’s remotest bound.
He is risen! great in glory;
Death is vanquished, lost its sting!
Vain the grave can boast of victory,
He is risen Christ the King!
He is risen! great in glory;
Death is vanquished, lost its sting!
Vain the grave can boast of victory,
He is risen Christ the King!