On the Resurrection Morning
On the resurrection morning Soul and body meet again; No more sorrow, no more weeping No more pain!
Here a while they must be parted, And the flesh its Sabbath keep, Waiting in a holy stillness, Wrapt in sleep.
For a while the tried body To its resting-place its bome Till there dawns the last and brightest Easter morn.
But the soul in contemplation Utters earnest prayer and strong, Breaking at the resurrection Into song.
Soul and body reunited Thenceforth nothing shall divide Waking up in Christ's own likeness, Satisfied
Oh! The beauty, oh the gladness Of that resurrection day Which shall not through endless ages Pass away!
On that happy Easter morning All the graves their dead restore; Father, mother, child, and brethren Meet once more.