The Easter Light

1 Still are there love-drawn souls to­day
Who seek the tomb where Je­sus lay
And find the stone is rolled away.

2 They peer with­in the ghost­ly gloom;
No spir­it­ual lights il­lume,
They on­ly see the emp­ty tomb.

3 To them no an­gel forms ap­pear,
No voice is sound­ing in their ear,
"The Lord is ris’n. He is not here."

4 From pi­te­ous eyes the quick tears start,
Then, mus­ing o’er the thiev­ish art
That stole their Lord, they slow de­part.

5 They bow be­reaved be­neath the cross,
They mourn the world’s un­mea­sured loss,
And hold all heav’n­ward hope but dross.

6 Oh, fool­ish hearts and slow of sight,
Who watch and wait in Cal­va­ry’s night,
Will ye not see the East­er light?


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16521

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #16521