Risen To-day

The sepulchre stone, fit emblem of pride,
Light as the thistle-down wafted aside
Send the glad tidings as far as you may,
Jesus, The Master, is risen to-day.

Happy the Marys, obeying His voice,
Bidding His weeping disciples rejoice.
Lost on the mountains, or rocked by the deep,
Jesus will find us and wake us from sleep.

Hail Him, oh, Christians, the Hope of the world,
Over all nations His banner unfurled
Pure as the lilies, more tender than prayer,
Jesus is willing our burdens to bear.

Willing our burdens to bear, may His love
Keep us and lead us to mansions above.
Send the glad tidings as far as you may.
Jesus, The Master, is risen to-day.