The Easter Light

Still are there love-drawn souls to­day

Who seek the tomb where Je­sus lay

And find the stone is rolled away.

They peer with­in the ghost­ly gloom;

No spir­it­ual lights il­lume

They on­ly see the emp­ty tomb.

To them no an­gel forms ap­pear

No voice is sound­ing in their ear

The Lord is ris’n. He is not here.

From pi­te­ous eyes the quick tears start

Then

mus­ing o’er the thiev­ish art

That stole their Lord

they slow de­part.

They bow be­reaved be­neath the cross

They mourn the world’s un­mea­sured loss

And hold all heav’n­ward hope but dross.

Oh

fool­ish hearts and slow of sight

Who watch and wait in Cal­va­ry’s night

Will ye not see the East­er light?