The Living Christ

The tomb where they laid Him is empty;

No grave could contain Him for long;

Let sighing make way for rejoicing,

And tears be replaced with a song!

No dead Christ we mourn through the ages,

Bringing flowers and wreaths for His grave,

But living He’s mighty to save.

Dead ears could not hear my petitions,

Nor dead arms reach down to give life,

And feet that were silenced forever

Could not walk with me through the strife.

But blest be His name, He is living,

And death’s day of triumph is o’er,

Christ lives, and because He is victor,

I, too, shall have life evermore!

by Barbara C. Ryberg