The Easter Message

Through all the ages rolling on,
Now while the nations writhe in pain,
Thy clarion word is heard, anon,
We sing again the sweet retrain:
He is risen!

The souls enchained and bound to Earth,
At length will burst their bonds in twain,
And lift their hearts in Faith's rebirth
To listen to the sweet refrain:
He is risen!

And those who hunger, thirst, and die,
Whose bones lie blanching on the plain,
At last, with Thee, will time defy,
Ascending to the sweet refrain:
He is risen!

For though the world may writhe in pain,
And armies lie among the slain,
And millions die to be born again,
They wake to hear the sweet refrain:
He is risen!

For as He rose, so we shall rise,
To be with Him in Paradise;
The Son of God died not in vain,
For still we sing the sweet refrain: