Classic Poem

The Lord is risen! and angels wait
Around the place where Jesus slept;
'Mid Roman swords and Jewish hate,
Unseen, their loving watch they kept.

The Lord is risen! The guard, the seal,
Conspire to hold their trust, in vain.
He lives! He lives! Before Him kneel!
The Conqueror now, though once the Slain.

The Lord is risen! The timid few
Heard with faint faith the wondrous word;
“Can such deep mystery be true?”
“Where, gardener, hast thou laid my Lord?”

He looked! He spoke!—His loving word
Made the sad woman's heart rejoice;
“Mary,”—she knew her risen Lord;
“Rabboni,”—'tis the Master's voice!

The Lord is risen!—Death's reign is o'er;
The goal achieved, the victory won.
The Lord is risen! His name adore!
The great atoning work is done!