Scripture Verse

Your dead will live, Lord; their bodies will rise—let those who dwell in the dust wake up and shout for joy—Your dew is like the dew of the morning; the earth will give birth to her dead. Isaiah 26:19


J. Lincoln Hall (1866–1930)

Words: Em­ma Lent, in The Ser­vice of Praise, by Lin­coln Hall et al. (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Hall-Mack, 1900), num­ber 183.

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

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


A light in the sky that is gold­en and clear,
A sound of glad bells fall­ing sweet on the ear,
A thrill of a bird from a sum­mer land come,
A joy in the heart, and a song in the home.


O East­er, glad East­er! We greet thee again,
And fain would for­get all our sor­row and pain,
Gethsemane’s gar­den full well we have known,
But now we look up to a con­quer­or’s throne.

A per­fume from ros­es and lil­ies full fair,
An an­them of praise ring­ing out on the air,
A balm to the hearts that by grief have been riv’n,
A key to the grave, and a pro­mise of Heav’n.


Here par­don and peace for the heart we shall find,
And so­lace for sor­row, and strength for the mind,
For sure­ly and sure­ly our dead shall arise,
When th’last East­er morn­ing gilds bright­ly the skies.