Arise, sad heart, arise in haste,
Come forth, but not to weep;
Come, end thy sor­row at the grave
Where Je­sus lay asleep.
Astir He was be­fore the sun:
The stone was rolled away
While dark­ness yet with­held the dawn—
There are two suns to­day.

His ser­vant, day’s fa­mil­iar lord,
Shall shine no more in vain;
For He, the ev­er­last­ing sun,
In flam­ing pow­er shall reign.
Rise, fee­ble heart, come quick­ly forth,
Though wea­ry night was long;
Let sor­row now be ve­ry glad,
And weak­ness ve­ry strong.

Forget the shud­der and the shout,
The noon with ter­ror black,
That dark­ly-fin­ished work of woe—
The Work­er has come back;
Himself His fin­ished work, is here;
Come, greet the ho­ly light
That flows from sor­row-soft­ened eyes
With love eter­nal bright.

Rise, hap­py heart, arise in haste,
And in­to Ed­en come;
New pa­ra­dise is plant­ed now,
And He, its beau­ty’s sum;
Its tree of life, its light of life,
Its stream of life is here;
Come, hal­low many hap­py songs
With one last hap­py tear.