The Lord hath arisen! See where he was laid! The grave-clothes, behold them • The spices; the bier; The napkin that bound him; But he is not here! Death could not hold him; The grave is a prison That keeps not the living; The Christ has arisen! HYMN III. THE LORD JESUS. WHY are ye troubled ? Why weep ye and grieve? What the prophets have written, Why slowly believe? "Tis I, be not doubtful! Why ponder ye so? The marks of my wo! The willing have suffered; The chosen been slain; Our hearts burned within us To hear but the word Which he spake, ere our spirits Acknowledged the Lord! The Lord hath ascended! Our hope is secure, We trusted not lightly,· The Lord hath ascended; THE POOR CHILD'S HYMN WE are poor and lowly born; Labor is our heritage, Care and want beside. What of this? our blessed Lord Was of lowly birth, And poor, toiling fishermen Were his friends on earth! We are ignorant and young; Simple children all; Gifted with but humble powers, And of learning small. What of this? our blessed Lord Loved such as we; How he blessed the little ones Sitting on his knee! THE OLD FRIEND AND THE NEW My old friend, he was a good old friend, I found him unlike the one I had lost! I and my friend, we were bred together:- I could sit with him and crack many a joke, For my old friend would not have slighted me! Oh my fine new friend, he is smooth and bland, With a jeweled ring or two on his hand; He visits my lord and my lady fair; He hums the last new opera air. He takes not the children on his knee; For he snarls when my new friend draweth near, I wonder how I such a thing could do, As change the old friend for the new! |