Classic Poem

Our salvation to obtain
Christ our Passover is slain;
Unto Christ we Christians raise
This our sacrifice of praise.

By the Lamb the sheep were bought;
By the Pure the guilty sought:
With their God were made at one
Sinners by the sinless Son.

In a dark mysterious strife
Closed the powers of Death and Life,
And the Lord of Life was slain:
Yet He liveth and doth reign.

“Say what saw'st thou, Mary, say,
As thou wentest on thy way.”
“Christ's, the Living's, tomb; the throes
Earth was torn with as He rose:

And the angels twain who bare
Witness that He was not there;
And the grave-clothes of the Dead,
And the cloth that bound His head:

Christ our Hope is risen, and He
Goes before to Galilee.”
Trust we Mary: she is true;
Heed we not the faithless Jew.

Conqueror, King, to Thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise:
We believe Thee risen indeed;
Hear us, help us in our need.