The dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air. 1 Thessalonians 4:16–17
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
Soul and body reunited
Thenceforth nothing shall divide,
Waking up in Christ’s own likeness
O the beauty, O the gladness
Of that resurrection day,
Which shall not through endless ages
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,