My heart is glad, and my glory rejoices…for Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt Thou let Thine Holy One to see corruption.
Psalm 16:9–10
Words: Grace F. White, Praise and Thanks (Boston, Massachusetts: Universalist Publishing House, 1895), number 57.
Music: Saint-Tropez Arthur F. Burnett (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of White or Burnett (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
With joy we raise our voices
In one thanksgiving song;
While every heart rejoices
And would the song prolong.
’Tis gladsome Easter morning,
Blest resurrection day;
The glory of its dawning
Casts all our fears away.
Today we sing the triumph
Of Jesus Christ our king,
Who burst the grave’s dark fetters
And life to light did bring.
Who taught by His blest rising,
On happy Easter day,
This mighty truth surprising,
Our souls shall live alway.
Each heart today believing
The promise of the years,
Is peace and strength receiving
And faith to calm all fears.
Today we hear His message,
As I live, so shall ye;
Let not your hearts be troubled,
Believe also in Me.
And thus our hearts with gladness
Would hail this Easter day,
And banish shade of sadness
From every soul away;
For Jesus has arisen
To be our Lord and king;
The grave has lost its victory,
And death has lost its sting.