Scripture Verse

Death is swallowed up in victory. 1 Corinthians 15:54


Eliza E. Hewitt (1851–1920)

Words: Eli­za E. Hew­itt, 1904. Ap­peared in The Bi­ble School Hym­nal, ed­it­ed by Is­aac H. Me­re­dith & Grant C. Tul­lar (New York: Tul­lar-Me­re­dith, 1907), num­ber 226.

Music: Fred C. Pull­in (🔊 pdf nwc).

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


Brighter are the sun­beams on this day,
O re­joice, heart and voice!
Sweeter buds un­fold­ing by the way,
Telling of the quick’n­ing life of spring;
Bright sun­beams tell out the sto­ry
Of the East­er joy and glo­ry,
And win­ter’s gone—cold and hoa­ry,
All hail our vic­tor king.


Hallelujah to our vic­tor king!
Go your way, an­gels say;
Over hill and val­ley, tid­ings bring;
The Sav­ior lives for us today.

Hear the mes­sage from the leafy bough;
Robins sing, blue­bells ring;
Every bud and blos­som tells us now
Jesus rose tri­um­phant o’er the grave;
Oh, seek the Lord, though in sor­row,
From the gar­den glad­ness bor­row,
For af­ter night dawns the mor­row;
He com­eth forth to save.


O, the hap­py spring­time of the soul;
Shadows go, li­lies blow;
Jesus makes the wound­ed Spir­it whole;
Love is bloom­ing, sing­ing in the heart;
For hope’s bright morn is awak­ing,
Night is pass­ing, day is break­ing,
And Christ, His own ne’er for­sak­ing,
Bids ev­ery fear de­part.