Scripture Verse

He is risen. Matthew 28:6


J. Lincoln Hall

Words: Min­nie A. Grei­ner-Ed­ing­ton, in The Voice of Praise, ed­it­ed by Lin­coln Hall et al. (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Hall-Mack, 1904), num­ber 220.

Music: Gu­wa­ha­ti J. Lin­coln Hall (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Grein­er-Ed­ing­ton (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


The morning breezes whispered low
A wondrous tale and sweet;
Each rustling leaf in tender love
The story did repeat:
Within a rocky sepulcher
The crucified One slept;
Before the sealèd door a guard
Of soldiers vigil kept.


O story sweet and wonderful
Upon that morn of old,
By whispering breeze and rustling leaf
In tender whispers told.

The morning breezes wandered wide,
And everywhere they told
The wondrous tale they whispered first
To swaying leaves of old.
At early dawn an angel came
And rolled the stone away,
Revealing where the Crucified
In death’s calm slumber lay.


The morning breezes whispered low
The wondrous tale and sweet;
And o’er the earth the chiming bells
The story did repeat;
O Christ the dead revived again
And from the tomb today
Came forth in glorious majesty
To live and reign for aye.