Classic Audiobook Collection - Easter Hymns by Various ~ Full Audiobook [religion]

Starting point is 00:00:00 Easter hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman. Introduction by Reverend J. I.T. Coolidge. Among the encouraging hopes in these days of doubt and unbelief, the increasing observance of the great festivals of the Church by all within the circle of her influence is certainly one of the strongest. Each year, as the seasons come round, they make a stronger appeal and meet a heartier response. Most especially is this true of Easter, that day of days. Its sun shines with fuller radiance each year upon the world,

Starting point is 00:00:38 whose night of darkness it broke on the resurrection morning. The anthems which greet its rising are caught and repeated by increasing millions of grateful hearts of every tongue, kindred, and people, until the wide earth is filled with their sounding praise. How sacred a privilege to have part in this mighty and triumphal. symphony how sad to be out of harmony with its sublime strains as a humble offering of grateful love to the risen lord this collection of hymns full of the spirit of the easter joy is sent forth it makes no pretension to any thoroughness of research but as one going through the field plucks here and there until a small but rich sheaf fills his hand so have these hymns been gathered and bound together that the Seed they carry may spring up and bear immortal fruit where they may chance to fall is the reward she asked by whose hand they have been collected. J. I. T. Coolidge

Starting point is 00:01:40 St. Mark's Southboro, March 1876. End of the introduction. Thou hast ascended on high, thou hast led captivity captive. From Easter hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librevard, box.org by Michelle Greby. Most glorious Lord of Life that on this day didst make thy triumph over death and sin, and having harrowed hell didst bring away captivity thence captive, us to win. This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin,

Starting point is 00:02:28 and grant that we for whom thou didst die, being with thy dear blood clean washed from sin, may live forever in felicity, and that thy love we weighing worthily may likewise love thee for the same again, and for thy sake that all like dear didst by, with love may one another entertain. So let us love, dear love, like as we ought,

Starting point is 00:02:58 Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught. Edward Spencer End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Salvation to our God, which sitteth upon the throne and unto the lamb. From Easter hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librevox.org by Michelle Greby. Death and darkness get you packing. Nothing now to man is lacking.

Starting point is 00:03:36 All your triumphs now are ended. and what Adam marred is mended. Graves are beds now for the weary, death a nap to wake more Mary. Youth now, full of pious duty, seeks in thee for perfect beauty. The weak and aged, tired with length of days

Starting point is 00:03:58 from thee look for new strength, and infants with thy pangs contest, as pleasant as if with the breast. Then unto him, who thus hath thrown even to contempt thy kingdom down, and by his blood did us advance unto his own inheritance. To him be glory, power, praise, from this unto the last of days.

Starting point is 00:04:28 Henry Vaughan. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the first fruits of them that slept. From Easter Hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman read for Libravox.org. Who from the fiery furnace saved the three suffers as a mortal, that his passion or this mortal, triumphing, or death might be, vested with immortality.

Starting point is 00:05:15 once more. He whom our fathers still confessed, God over all, forever blessed. The women with their ointment seek the tomb, and whom they mourned as dead. With many a tear, they worship now joy dawning on their gloom as living God, as mystic Passover. Then to the Lord's decisive. gave the tidings of the vanquished grave. We keep the festal of the death of death of hell or throne, the first fruits pure and bright of life eternal, and with joyous breath, praise him that won the victory by his might, him whom our fathers still confessed.

Starting point is 00:06:14 God over all, forever blessed. All hallowed festival in splendor-born, Night of salvation and of glory, Night for heralding the resurrection mourn, When from the tomb, the everlasting light, A glorious frame once more, his own, Upon the world in splendor shone. End of poem by St. John of Damascus, translated by J.M. Neal.

Starting point is 00:06:53 This recording is in the public domain. He rose again the third day from Easter Hems, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gachuk. Sleep, sleep, old son, Thou canst not have repast as yet The wound thou took'st on Friday last. Sleep then, and rest, The world may bear thy stay.

Starting point is 00:07:40 A better sun rose before thee to-day, Who, not content to enlighten all that dwell on the earth's face as thou, enlightened hell, and made the dark fires languish in that veil, as at thy presence here, our fires grow pale, whose body, having walked on earth,

Starting point is 00:08:07 and now, hastening to heaven, would that he might allow himself unto all stations and fill all. For these three days, become a mineral. He was all gold when he lay down, but rose all tincture, and doth not alone dispose leaden and iron wills too good, but is of power to make even sinful flesh, like his. Had one of those whose credulous piety thought that a soul might discern and see, go from a body at this sepulcher bean, and issuing from the sheet, this body seen, he would have justly thought this body a soul,

Starting point is 00:08:59 if not of any man, yet of the whole. Dr. Donne. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are above. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman,

Starting point is 00:09:31 read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk. Up and away, thy saviour's gone before. Why dost thou stay, dull soul? Behold, the door is open, and his precept bids thee rise, Whose power hath vanquished all thine enemies. Say not, I live, whilst in the grave thou liest. He that doth give thee life, would have thee prized more highly, than to keep it buried where thou canst not make the fruit of it appear. Is rottenness and dust so pleasant to thee that happiness and heaven cannot woo thee to shake thy shackles off

Starting point is 00:10:21 and leave behind thee those fetters which to death and hell did bind thee? In vain thou saste, thou art buried with thy saviour. If thou delay'st to show by thy behavior That thou art risen with him, Till thou shine like him, How canst thou say, His light is thine? Early he rose,

Starting point is 00:10:51 And with him brought the day, Which all thy foes, Frighted out of the way, And wilt thou sluggard-like, Turn in thy bed, Till noon sun beams, draw up thy drowsy head, open thine eyes, sin-sealed soul, and see what cobweb ties they are that trammel thee. Not prophets, pleasures, honors as thou thinkest, but loss, pain, shame, at which thou vainly winkest.

Starting point is 00:11:29 All that is good, thy savior dearly bought, with his heart. heart's blood, and it must there be sought, where he keeps residence that rose this day. Linger no longer then, up and away. Christopher Harvey. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I am the resurrection and the life. From Easter hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Libravox.org by

Starting point is 00:12:11 Eva Davis. The setting orb of night, her level ray, shed o'er the land, and on the dewy sword, the lengthened shadows of the triple cross were laid far stretched. When in the east arose, last of the stars, Dace Harbinger, no sound was heard, save of the watching soldier's foot. Within the rock-barred suppleker, the gloom of deepest midnight brooded or the dead, the holy one. Below, a radiance faint began to dawn around his sacred brow.

Starting point is 00:12:49 The linen vesture seemed a snowy reef, drifted by storms into a mountain cave. Bright and more bright, the circling halo beamed upon that face, clothed in a smile benign, though yet exanimate. Nor long, the rain of death, the eyes that wept for you. human griefs, unclose, and look around with conscious joy. Yes, with returning life. The first emotion that glowed in Jesus' breast of love was joy at man's redemption, now complete, at death disarmed. The grave transformed into the couch of faith, the resurrection and the life. Majestical he rose, trembled the earth, the ponderous gait,

Starting point is 00:13:41 of stone was rolled away, the keepers fell, the angel, awestruck, sunk into invisibility, while forth the Savior of the world walked and stood before the sepulcher, and viewed the clouds, imperpled glorious by the rising sun. James Graham End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Lord is risen, indeed. Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman. Read for Librevox.org by Bruce Kachuk. Awake thou wintry earth, fling off thy sadness.

Starting point is 00:14:34 Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth your ancient gladness. Christ is risen. Wave, woods, your blossoms all. Grim death is dead. Ye weeping funeral trees, Lift up your head, Christ is risen. Come see, the graves are green,

Starting point is 00:14:58 It is light. Let's go where our loved ones rest, In hope below. Christ is risen. All is fresh and new, Full of spring and light. Wintry heart, Why warest the hue of

Starting point is 00:15:17 sleep and night. Christ is risen. Leave thy cares beneath. Leave thy worldly love. Begin the better life with God above. Christ is risen. Thomas Blackburn. End of poem.

Starting point is 00:15:42 This recording is in the public domain. I know that ye seek Jesus which was crucified. He is not here, for he is risen. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Libravox.org by Michelle Greby. What glorious light, how bright a sun after so sad a night, does now begin to dawn. Blessed were those eyes that did behold this sun

Starting point is 00:16:19 when he did first unfold his glorious beams and now begin to rise. It was the holy, tender sex that saw the first ray. St. Peter and the other had the reflex, the second glimpse of the day. Innocence had the first, and he that fled, and then did penance next did see, the glorious son of righteousness in his new dress, of triumph, immortality, and bliss. O dearest God, preserve our souls in holy innocence, or, if we do amiss, make us to rise again to the life of grace, that we may live with thee and see thy glorious face,

Starting point is 00:17:07 the crown of holy penitence. Alleluia. By Jeremy Taylor. End of poem. is in the public domain. Tum. Rise, mighty man of wonders, and thy world with thee. Thy tomb the universal east, Nature's new womb, thy tomb fair immortality's perfumed nest. Of all the glories make noon gay, this is the morn. This rock buds forth the fountain of the streams of day. Injouyes,

Starting point is 00:18:22 White Anals lives this hour when life was born, No cloud scowl on his radiant lids, No tempest lower. Life, by this light's nativity, All creatures have. Death, only by this day's just doom, Is forced to die. Nor is death forced,

Starting point is 00:18:48 For he may lie Throwned in thy grave, Death will, on that condition, be content to die. Richard Crashaw. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Who shall deliver me from the body of this death? I thank God, through Jesus Christ, our Lord. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman.

Starting point is 00:19:29 Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gachuk. Thou whose sad heart and weeping head lies low, Whose cloudy breast cold damps invade, Who never feel'st the sun, nor smooths thy brow, But sest oppressed in the shade. Awake, awake, and in his resurrection partake, Who, on this day, that thou mightst rise as he, Rose up and cancelled two deaths due to thee.

Starting point is 00:20:12 Awake, awake, and like the sun, Dispers all mists that would usurp this day. Where are thy palms, thy branches, and thy verse? Hosanna, hark! Why doest thou stay? Arise, arise, and with his healing blood, Anoint thine eyes, thy inward eyes. His blood will cure thy mind, Whose spittle only could restore the blind. Henry Vaughan.

Starting point is 00:20:57 End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane, Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librevox.org by Bruce Gachuk. At the Lamb's High Feast, we sing, praise to our victorious king, who hath washed us in the tide, flowing from his pierced side. Praise we him, whose love divine gives his sacred blood for wine, gives his body for the feast, Christ the victim, Christ the priest. Where the pascal blood is poured, death's dark angel sheaths his sword, Israel's hosts triumphant go, through the wave that drowns the foe. Praise we Christ whose blood was shed. Pascal victim, pascal bread. With sincerity and love, eat we manna from above. Mighty victim from the sky, hell's fierce powers beneath thee lie.

Starting point is 00:22:27 Thou hast conquered in the fight, thou hast brought us life and light. Now no more can death appal. Now no more the grave enthrall. Thou hast opened paradise, and in thee thy saints shall rise. Easter triumph, Easter joy. Sin alone can this destroy. From sin's power do thou set free. Souls newborn, O Lord, in thee. Hymns of glory. and of praise. Risen, Lord, to thee we raise. Holy Father, praise to thee. Would the spirit ever be?

Starting point is 00:23:20 Translated by R. Campbell. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. He is risen. He is not here. From Easter hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Libravox.org by Michelle Greby. Jesus Christ is risen today, our triumphant holy day, who did once upon the cross suffer to redeem our loss,

Starting point is 00:23:59 Hallelujah. Hymns of praise then let us sing unto Christ our heavenly king, who endured the cross and grave sinners to redeem and save. Hallelujah. But the pains which he endured our salvation have procured. Now above the sky he's king where the angels ever sing. Hallelujah. Old Latin hymn.

Starting point is 00:24:32 End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. King of kings and Lord of Lords from Easter hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Libravox.org by Michelle Greby. Christ the Lord is risen again. Christ hath broken every chain. Hark, angelic voices cry, singing ever more on high. Alleluia.

Starting point is 00:25:09 He who gave for us his life, who for us endured the strife, is our paschal lamb today. We too sing for joy and say, Alleluia. He who bore all pain and loss, Comfortless upon the cross, Lives in glory, now on high, Pleads for us, and hears our cry.

Starting point is 00:25:36 Alleluia. He who slumbered in the grave is exalted now to save. Now through Christendom it rings that the Lamb is king of kings. Alleluia. Now he bids us tell abroad, how the lost may be restored, how the penitent forgiven, how we too may enter heaven. Alleluia. Thou our paschal lamb indeed, Christ, thy ransomed people feed. Take our sins and guilt away.

Starting point is 00:26:14 Let us sing by night and day. Alleluia. Translated by. C. Winkworth. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. He will swallow up death in victory. From Eastern hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza College Chapman, sung for Librevox.org by Esau in Belgium in May 2017. Alleluia! Alleluia! Finished is the battle now! The crown is on the victa's brow. Hence with sadness, sing with gladness, hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah,

Starting point is 00:27:14 after sharp death that him befell. Jesus Christ hath conquered hell. Earth is singing, heaven is ringing. on the third morning he owes right with victory all his foes sing with lording and applauding ah he hath closed hell's brazen door and heaven is open evermore and hands with sadness sing with gladness hao yuya ha ha ha ha ne lord by thy wounds we call on thee so from ill death to set us free that our living be thanksgiving from a latin hymn end of poem this recording is in the public domain The Lord hath done great things for us, whereof we are glad. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman,

Starting point is 00:29:12 read for LibriVox.org, by heart to voice to heart. Come, ye faithful, raise the strain, of triumphant gladness, God hath brought his Israel into joy from sadness. Losed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke, Jacob's sons and daughters, led them with unmoistened foot through the Red Sea waters. Tis the spring of souls today. Christ had burst his prison, and from three days sleep and death as a sun hath risen.

Starting point is 00:30:02 All the winter of our sins long and dark is flying, from his light to whom we give, Lord and praise undying. Now the queen of seasons bright, with the day of splendor, With the royal feasts of feasts Comes its joy to render Comes to glad Jerusalem Who with true affection welcomes in unwary strains

Starting point is 00:30:38 Jesus' resurrection Neither might The gates of death Nor the tomb's dark portal Nor the watchers Nor the seal hold thee as immortal. But today amidst the 12th thou didst stand bestowing,

Starting point is 00:31:02 that thy peace which evermore passeth human knowing. From Greek of St. John's of Damascus 787, translated by J.M. Neal. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us keep the feast not with old leaven. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gachuk.

Starting point is 00:31:46 Purge we out the ancient leaven, that the feast of earth and heaven, we may celebrate aright. On today, our hope stands founded. Moses teacheth how unbounded is its virtue and its might. This day, Egypt's treasures spoiled, and the Hebrews freed the toiled, pressed with bondage and in chains,

Starting point is 00:32:17 from the mortar, brick and stubble, heaviest toil and sorest trouble had they known in Zoan's plains. Now the voice of exultation, now the triumph of salvation, free and wide its tidings flings, this is the day the Lord hath made, the day that bids our sin and sorrow, flee away. Life and light and health, that brings. In the law, the types lay shaded, in the promised end they faded, Christ who all things consummates, Christ whose blood aside hath turned, that devouring sword which burned, waving wide at Eden's gates.

Starting point is 00:33:13 Yea that child, our mystic laughter, for whose sake the ram fell after. signifies the joy of life. Joseph from the prison goeth. Christ by resurrection showeth, He hath conquered in the strife. He the dragon, that devouring Pharaoh's dragons, Rose or powering, All their malice and their might,

Starting point is 00:33:44 He the serpent set on high, That the people might not die, from the fiery serpent's bite. He the hook that hid a while, pierced Leviathan with guile. He the child that laid his hand on the coquatresses den that the ancient lord of men might avoid the ransomed land. They who scorn the seer offended, as to Bethel, he ascended, feel the bald, the bald, head's wrath and flee. David, after madness feigned, scapegoat now, no more detained. Ritual sparrow, all go free. Alien wedlock, first despising, with a jawbone, Samson rising, thousand Philistines hath slain. Then in Gaza, as he tarried, forth her brazen gates he carried, to the mountain from the plain.

Starting point is 00:34:54 Sleeping first the sleep of mortals, Judas lion, thus the portals of the grave hath borne away. While the father's voice resounded, he with majesty, unbounded, sought our mother's courts of day, Jonah by the tempest followed, whom the whale of old times swallowed. Type of our true Jonah, giving, three days past, is rendered living from that dark and narrow space. Now the myrrh of Cyprus groweth, widelyer spreadeth, sweetlier bloweth, law its withered blossoms Throeth that the church may take their place. Death and life have striven newly. Jesus Christ hath risen truly, and with Christ ascended duly, many a witness that he lives. Dawn of newness, Happy morrow, wipes away our eve of sorrow, since from death our life we borrow, bright

Starting point is 00:36:10 joy the season gives. Jesus, Victor, life and head. Jesus, weigh thy people tread. By thy death, from death released, call us to the pascal feast, that with boldness we may come. Living water, bread undying, vine, each branch with life, supply. thou must cleanse us, thou must feed us, from the second death must lead us, upward to our heavenly home. Adam of Saint Victor, translated by J. M. Neal. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Day of Jesus Christ from Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librevox.org by Michelle Greby.

Starting point is 00:37:24 Rise, heart, thy lord is risen, Sing his praise without delays, Who takes thee by the hand that thou likewise, With him mayst rise, That, as his death calcined thee to dust, His life may make thee gold, And much more just. Awake my lute, and struggle for thy part,

Starting point is 00:37:46 With all thy art, The cross taught all wood to resound his name, Who bore the same. His stretched sinews taught all strings what key is best to celebrate this most high day. Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song, pleasant and long, Or, since all music is but three parts vied and multiplied, O let thy blessed spirit bear apart, and make up our defects with his sweet art. I got me flowers to strew thy way,

Starting point is 00:38:23 I got me boughs off many a tree, but thou wast up by break of day, and brots'd thy sweets along with thee. The sun arising in the east, though he gave light and the east perfume, if they should offer to contest with thy arising, they presume. Can there be any day but this?

Starting point is 00:38:45 though many suns to shine endeavor we count three hundred but we miss there is but one and that one ever george herbert end of poem this recording is in the public domain in christ shall all be made alive from easter hymns compiled by jane eliza colich chapman sung for librivox dot org by eswa in belgium in may two thousand and seventeen lord who createst man in wealth and store though foolishly he lost the same decaying more and more till he became most poor with thee all let me rise as locks harmoniously and sing thee day thy victories then shall the fall further the flight in me my tender rage in sorrow did begin and still with sicknesses and shame thou didst so punish sin that I

Starting point is 00:40:27 became most thee with thee let me combine and feel this day thy victory for if i imp my wing on thy affliction shall advance the flight in me george herbert end of poem this recording is in the public domain blessed are they that have not seen and yet have believed from easter hymns compiled by jane eliza coolidge chapman read for lebervox dot org by michel gribi o sons and daughters let us sing the king of heaven the glorious king or death to-day rose triumphing alleluia that sunday morn at break of day the faithful women went their way to seek the tomb where jesus was triumphing alleluia that sunday morn at break of day the faithful women went their way to seek the tomb where jesus lay, Alleluia. An angel clad in white they see, who sat and spake unto the three, Your lord doth go to Galilee. Alleluia. That night the apostles met in fear, amidst them came their Lord most dear, and said, My peace beyond all here. Alleluia. When Didamis the tidings heard, He doubted if it were the Lord.

Starting point is 00:42:12 until he came and spake this word allelieu my pierced sighed o thomas see my hands my feet i show to thee nor faithless but believing be allelieu no longer thomas then denied he saw the feet the hands the side thou art my lord and god he cried alleluia How blessed are they who have not seen, and yet whose faith has constant been! For they eternal life shall win. Alleluia! On this most holy day of days, to God your hearts and voices raise, in laud and jubilee and praise. Alleluia, amen. Hymns ancient and modern.

Starting point is 00:43:07 End of poem. This recording is a recording. in the public domain. Abide with us. Easter hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolridge Chapman, read for Libravox.org. Lights, glittering morn, bedecks the sky. Heaven thunders forth its victory cry.

Starting point is 00:43:33 The glad earth shouts her triumph high, and groaning hell makes wild reply. While he the king, the mighty king, despoiling death of all its sting, and trampling down the powers of night brings forth his ransom saints to light. His tomb of late the three-fold guard, of watch and stone and seal had barred, but now in pomp and triumph high, he comes from death to victory. The pains of hell are loosed at last, the days of mourning now are past.

Starting point is 00:44:08 An angel robed in light hath said, the Lord is risen from the dead. The Apostle's hearts were full of pain, for their dear Lord, so lately slain, by rebel servants doomed to die, a death of cruel agony. With gentle voice the angel gave, the women tidings at the grave. Fear not your master shall ye see.

Starting point is 00:44:33 He goes before to Galilee. Then hastening on their eager way, the joyful tidings to convey, their Lord they met, their living Lord, and falling at his feet adored. The eleven, when they hear with speed, to Galilee forthwith proceed, that there once more they may behold the Lord's dear face as he foretold. That Easter tide with joy was bright, the sun shone out with fairer light,

Starting point is 00:45:02 when to their longing eyes restored, the Apostle saw their risen Lord. He bade them see his hands his side, where yet the glorious wounds abide. O tokens true which made it plain, their Lord indeed was risen again. Hesu, the king of gentleness, do thou thyself our hearts possess, that we may give thee all our days the tribute of our grateful praise. O Lord of all with us abide, in this our joyful Easter-tide, from every weapon death can wield thine own redeem forever shield. All praise be thine, O risen Lord, from death to endless life.

Starting point is 00:45:42 restored. All praise to God the Father B and Holy Ghost eternally. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Through death, he might destroy him that had the power of death. From Easter hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman read for Librovocs.org In the bonds of death he lay, Who, for our offense, was slain, But the Lord is risen today, Christ hath brought us life again. Wherefore let us all rejoice, singing loud with cheerful voice.

Starting point is 00:46:29 Hallelujah. Of the sons of men was none who could break the bonds of death. Sin this mischief dire had done, innocent was none on earth. Wherefore death grew strong and bold, Death would all men captive hold. Hallelujah. Jesus Christ, God's only son, came at last our woe to smite. All our sins away hath done, done away death's power and right. But the form of death is left, of his sting he is bereft.

Starting point is 00:47:09 Hallelujah. Twas a wondrous war, I tro. When life and death together fought, Life hath triumphed over his foe. Death is mocked and set at naught. Ye, tis as the scripture saith, Christ through death has conquered death. Hallelujah.

Starting point is 00:47:33 Now our paschal lamb is he, and by him alone we live. to death upon the tree, for our sakes himself did give. Faith, his blood, strikes on our door. Death dares never harm us more. Hallelujah. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 00:48:03 Jesus met them, saying all hail. From Easter hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Libravox.org. day of resurrection, earth, tell it out abroad, the Passover of gladness, the Passover of God, from death to life eternal, from this world to the sky, our Christ hath brought us over with hymns of victory, our hearts be pure from evil, that we may see aright, the Lord in raise eternal of resurrection light. And listening to his accent may hear so calm and plain, his own all hail and hearing may raise the victor strain. Now let the heavens be joyful, let earth her song begin. Let the round world keep triumph and all that is therein. Invisible and

Starting point is 00:49:03 visible, their notes let all things blend. For Christ the Lord hath risen, our joy that hath no end. St. John of Damascus, translated by J. M. Neal. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Lo, I am with thou always. From Easter hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Libravox.org. Oh, glorious head, thou livest now. Let thy members share thy life, canst thou behold their need, nor bow to raise thy children from

Starting point is 00:49:50 the strife, with self and sin, with death and dark distress, that they may live to thee in holiness. Earth knows thee not, but evermore thou livest in paradise in peace. Thither my soul

Starting point is 00:50:06 would also soar. Let me from the creatures cease. Dead to the world, but to thy spirit known. I live to thee, O Prince of Life alone. Break through my bonds, whatever it cost, what is not thine within me slay. Give me the lot I covet most to rise as thou has risen today. Not can I do a slave to death I pine.

Starting point is 00:50:33 Work thou in me, O power and life divine. Work thou in me and heavenward guide my thoughts and wishes that my heart waver no more, turn aside. But fix forever where thou art, thou art not far from us, who loves thee well, while yet on earth in heaven till thee may dwell. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. To him be glory both now and forever. From Easter hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, Redfer Libravox.org. Hail day of days in pearls of praise throughout all ages owned, when Christ our God hell's empire trod, and high o'er heaven was thrown. His glorious morn, the world newborn in rising beauty shows, how with their lord to life restored,

Starting point is 00:51:34 her gifts and graces rose. The spring serene and sparkling sheen, the flower-clad earth arrays, heavens portal bright its radiance light in fuller flood displays. The fiery sun in loftier, noon, or heaven's high orbit shines, as o'er the tide of waters wide, he rises and declines. From hell's deep gloom from earth's dark tomb, the Lord in triumph soars. The forests raise their leafy praise, the flowery fields adores. As star by star, he mounts afar, and hell imprisoned lies. Let stars in light and depth and height in hallelujah's rise. lo. He who died the crucified, God over all he reigns, on him we call, his creatures all,

Starting point is 00:52:27 who heaven and earth sustains. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. He appeareth first to Mary Magdalene, from Easter Hems compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Libravox.org. Still my sorrow, Magdalena. Wipe the teardrops from thine eyes. Not at Simon's board thou kneelest, pouring thy repentant sighs.

Starting point is 00:53:01 All with thy glad heart rejoices. All things sing with happy voices. Hallelujah. Laugh with rapture, Magdalena. Be thy drooping forehead bright. Banished now is every anguish. Breaks anew thy morning light. Christ from death the world hath freed.

Starting point is 00:53:21 He has risen. He has risen indeed. Hallelujah. Joy, exult, O Magdalena. He has burst the rocky prison. Ended are the days of darkness. Conqueror hath he arisen. Mour no more the Christ departed. Run to welcome him glad-hearted.

Starting point is 00:53:41 Hallelujah. Lift thine eyes, O Magdalena. See thy living master stands. See his face and ever smiling. See those wounds upon his hands. On his feet, his sacred side, gems that deck the glorified. Hallelujah. Live, now live, O Magdalena.

Starting point is 00:54:02 Shining is thy newborn day. Let thy bosom pant with pleasure. Deaths pour terrifully away. Far from thee, the tears of sadness. Welcome love and welcome gladness. Hallelujah. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 00:54:25 I am he that liveth and was dead. From Easter Hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, Redford Libravox.org. Christ the Lord is risen today. Christians, haste your vows to pay. Offer ye your praises meet at the paschal victim's feet. For the sheep, the lamb hath bled, sinless in the sinner's stead.

Starting point is 00:54:53 Christ is risen. Today we cry. Now he lives no more to die. Christ, the victim undefiled, man to God has reconciled, whilst in strange and awful strife met together death and life. Christians on this happy day haste with joy your vows to pay. Christ is risen, today we cry, now he lives no more to die. Christ, who once for sinners bled, now the firstborn from the dead, thrown in endless might and power, lives and reigns forevermore.

Starting point is 00:55:26 Hail, eternal hope is on high. Hail, thou king of victory. Hail, thou prince of life adored. Help and save us, gracious Lord. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up. From Easter hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman,

Starting point is 00:55:55 read for Librevox.org by Michelle Greby. Blessed morning, whose young dawning rays beheld our rising God that saw him triumph o'er the dust and leave his dark abode. In the cold prison of a tomb the dead Redeemer lay, till the revolving skies had brought the third appointed day. Hell and the grave unite their force to hold our God in vain. The sleeping conqueror arose and burst their feeble chain. To thy great name, Almighty Lord, these sacred hours we pay, and loud Hosanas shall proclaim the triumph of the day. Salvation and immortal praise to our victorious king, let heaven and earth and rocks and seas with glad Hosanna's ring.

Starting point is 00:56:59 Watts. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Peace be unto you. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librivox.org by Bruschuk. O risen Lord, O conquering king, O life of all that live. Today that peace of Easter bring, which only thou canst give. Once death our foe had laid thee low, now hast thou rent his bonds in twain, now art thou risen, who once was slain. The power of thy great majesty burst rocks and tombs away. Thy victory raises us with thee, into the glitory. glorious day. Now Satan's might and death's dark night have lost their power this blessed

Starting point is 00:58:14 morn, and we to higher life are born. Oh, that our hearts might inly know thy victory over death, and gazing on thy conflict glow with eager, dauntless faith, thy quenchless light, thy glorious might, still comfortless and lonely leave, the soul that cannot yet believe. Then break throughout our hard hearts thy way, O Jesus conquering king, kindle the lamp of faith today, teach our faint hearts to sing, for joy at length that in thy strength we too, we too, may rise, whom sin had slain, and thine eternal rest attain. And when our tears for sin or flow, do thou in love draw near. The precious gift of peace bestow, shine on us bright and clear, that so may we, O Christ, from thee,

Starting point is 00:59:32 Drink in the life that cannot die, And keep true Easter feasts on high. Yes, let us truly know within thy rising from the dead And quit the grave of death and sin, And keep that gift our head that thou didst leave, for all who cleave to thee through all this earthly strife so shall we enter into life from the german of beomer translated by c winkworth end of poem this recording is in the public domain death is swallowed up in victory from easter hymns compiled by j and eliza coolidge chapman read for libravox dot org by michel Christ the Lord is risen today, Sons of men and angels say,

Starting point is 01:00:43 Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing ye heavens and earth reply. Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won, Lo, our sun's eclipses oar, Lo, he sets in blood no more. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal. Christ hath burst the gates of hell.

Starting point is 01:01:10 Death in vain forbids him rise. Christ hath opened paradise. Lives again our glorious king. Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save, where thy victory, O grave. So are we now where Christ has led, Following our exalted head. made like him like him we rise ours the cross the grave the skies what the once we perished all partners in our parents fall

Starting point is 01:01:49 second life we all receive in our heavenly adam live risen with him we upward move still we seek the things above still pursue and kiss the son seated on his father's throne own. Scarce on earth a thought bestow, dead to all we leave below, heaven our aim and loved abode, hid our life with Christ in God. Hit till Christ our life appear, glorious in his members here, joined to him we then shall shine, all immortal, all divine. Hail the Lord of earth and heaven, Praise to thee by both be given. The we greet triumphant now.

Starting point is 01:02:45 Hail the resurrection thou. King of glory, soul of bliss, everlasting life is this, thee to know, thy power to prove, thus to sing and thus to love. Charles Wesley. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Our Savior, Jesus Christ, who hath abolished death

Starting point is 01:03:18 and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane, Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for librivox.org by Brucecichuk. Welcome, the victor. in the strife. Welcome from out of the cave. Today we triumph in thy life, around thine empty grave. Our enemy is put to shame, his short-lived triumph, or, our God is with us, we exclaim,

Starting point is 01:03:57 we fear our foe no more. The dwellings of the just resound with songs of victory, for in their midst, Lord, thou art found, and bringest peace with thee. O share with us the spoils we pray, thou diest to achieve. We meet within thy house today, our portion to receive, and let thy conquering banner wave, or hearts thou makest free, and point the path that from the grave leads heavenward up to thee. We bury all our sin and crime, deep in our Savior's tomb, and seek the treasure there, that time nor change can ere consume.

Starting point is 01:04:50 We die with thee. O let us live henceforth to thee aright, the blessings thou hast died to give, be daily in our sight. Fearless we lay us in the tomb, and sleep. the night away. If thou art there to break the gloom and call us back today, Death hurts us not, his power is gone, and pointless all his darts. Now hath God's favor on us shone, and joy fills all our hearts. Schmolka, translated by C. Winkworth. This recording is in the public domain. If any man thirst, let him come unto me and drink.

Starting point is 01:05:53 From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librivox.org by Bruce Kachuk. Sun shine forth in all thy splendor, joyfully pursue thy way. For the Lord and my defender rose triumphal. on this day. When he bowed his head, sore troubled, thou didst hide thyself in night. Shine forth now with rays redoubled. He is risen, who is thy light. Earth be joyous and glad-hearted, spread out all thy vernal bloom. For thy lord is not departed,

Starting point is 01:06:40 he has broken through the tomb. When the Lord expired, when the Lord expired, wide yawning, thy strong rocks were rent with fright. Greet thy risen Lord this morning, bathed in floods of rosy light. Say, my soul, what preparation makeest thou for this high day, when the God of thy salvation opened through the tomb away. Dwellest thou with pure affection on this proof of power and love, doth thy saviour's resurrection, raise thy thoughts to things above. Hast thou born on faith's strong pinion,

Starting point is 01:07:27 risen with the risen Lord, and released from sin's dominion into purer regions sword? Or art thou, in spite of warning, dead in trespasses and sin, hath to thee the purple morning no true easter ushered in o then let not death or take thee by the shades of night or spread see thy lord has come to wake thee he is risen from the dead while the time as yet allows thee here the gracious saviour cries sleeper from thy sloth arouse thee. To new life, at once, arise. See with looks of tender pity, he extends his wounded hands,

Starting point is 01:08:26 bidding thee with fond entreaty, shake off sins in thralling bands, wait not for some future meateness, dread no punishment from me. Rouse thyself and taste the sweetness of the new life offered thee. Let no precious time be wasted, to new life arise at length. He who death for thee hath tasted, for new life will give new strength. Try to rise at once, bestirthy. still press on and persevere. Let no weariness deter thee. He who woke thee still is near. Waste not so much time in weighing,

Starting point is 01:09:20 When and where thou shalt begin. Too much thinking is delaying, Rivets but the chains of sin. He will help thee and provide thee with a courage not thine own, bear thee in his arms and guide thee till thou learnt to walk alone. See, thy lord himself is risen,

Starting point is 01:09:49 that thou mightest also rise, and emerge from sin's dark prison to new life and open skies. Come to him, who can unbind thee, and reverse thy awful doom come to him and leave behind thee thy old life an empty tomb lyra domestica end of poem this recording is in the public domain he has risen from the dead from easter hymns compiled by jane eliza coolly's chapman read for librivox dot org by larry wilson is risen indeed. Then hell has lost his prey. With him is risen the ransomed seed to reign an endless day. The Lord is risen indeed. He lives to die no more. He lives the sinners cause to plead whose curse and

Starting point is 01:10:57 shame he bore. The Lord is risen indeed. Attending angels here, up to the courts of heaven with speed the joyful tidings bear. Then take your golden liars and strike each cheerful cord join all the bright celestial choirs to sing our risen Lord. Kelly. End a poem. This recording is in the public domain. I know that my Redeemer liveth. From Easter hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Cooley's Chapman, read for Libravox.org by Larry Wilson. Jesus lives. No longer now can thy terrors death apollus. Jesus lives. By this we know.

Starting point is 01:11:45 know thou, O grave, canst not enthrall us. Hallelujah. Jesus lives. Henceforth is death but the gate of life immortal. This shall calm our trembling breath when we pass its gloomy portal. Hallelujah. Jesus lives. For us he died. Then alone to Jesus living pure and heart may we abide. Glory to our Savior giving. Alleluia. Jesus lives. Our hearts know well not from us, His love shall sever. Life nor death, nor powers of hell, tear us from His keeping ever. Alleluia. Jesus lives. To him the throne over all the world is given. May we go where he is gone. Rest and reign with him in heaven. Alleluia. C. F. Gellert. End a poem. This recording is in the public domain. Christ must needs have suffered and risen again from the dead. From Easter hymns,

Starting point is 01:12:55 compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librivox.org by Bruce Kachuk. Yes, the Redeemer rose, the Savior left the dead, and all our hellish foes I raised his conquering head. In wild dismay, the guards around fell to the ground and sunk away. Lo, the angelic bands in full assembly meet, to wait his high commands and worship at his feet. Joyful they come and wing their way from realms of day to such a tomb. Then back to heaven they fly, and the glad tidings bear. Hark as they soar on high, What music fills the air? Their anthems say, Jesus who bled, Hath left the dead, He rose today. Ye mortals catch the sound, Redeemed by him from hell,

Starting point is 01:14:11 and send the echo round the globe on which you dwell transported cry Jesus who bled hath left the dead no more to die All hail

Starting point is 01:14:27 triumphant Lord Who saves us with thy blood Wide be thy name adored thou rising reigning God With thee we rise With thee we rise With thee we reign, and empires gain, beyond the skies.

Starting point is 01:14:48 Doddridge. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Why weepest thou, whom seekest thou? From Easter hymns, compiled by Jane, Eliza, Coolidge Chapman. Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Cichuk. A pathway opens from the tomb. The grave's a grave no more.

Starting point is 01:15:22 Stoop down, look into that sweet room, Pass through the unsealed door. Linger a moment by the bed, Where lay but yesterday, the church's head. What is there there to make thee fear? A folded chamber vest, akin to that which thou shalt wear, When for thy slumber dressed,

Starting point is 01:15:50 Two gentle angels sitting by, How sweet a room, methinks, wherein to lie, No gloomy vault, no charnel cell, No emblems of decay, No solemn sound of passing bell, To say, He's gone away, But angel whispered, soft and clear, and he, the risen Jesus, standing near. Why weepest thou, whom seekest thou,

Starting point is 01:16:25 tis not the gardener's voice, but his to whom all knees shall bow, in whom all hearts rejoice, the voice of him who yesterday, within that rock, was death's resistless prey. I weepest thou, whom seekest thou, the living with the dead, Take young spring flowers and deck thy brow, For life with joy is wed. The grave is now, the grave no more, Why fear to pass that bridle chamber door? Take flowers and strew them all around,

Starting point is 01:17:11 The room where Jesus lay. But softly tread, Tis hallowed ground, and this is Easter day. The Lord is risen, as he said, and thou shalt rise with him, thy risen head. Lyra Anglicana. End a poem. This recording is in the public domain. I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy. No man taketh from you.

Starting point is 01:17:53 From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gachuk. As springs sweet breath, after long wintry snow, as land to Voyager or pathless sea, as daybreak, after weary night of woe, is Easter joy,

Starting point is 01:18:19 to me. All lenton shadows over, and the light around us and within, so sweet and strong, teach us, O risen master, how a right to sing, our Easter song. We stand today beside thy open tomb. We gaze on linen clothes with reverent heed, and hear the angels whispering through the gloom. Not here, but risen indeed. And all the story of thy love divine Throbs through our hearts, Longing, O Christ, for thee. The bitter chalice with the deadly wine

Starting point is 01:19:05 Was drained to set us free. The grave is dark no more, A stream of light, He, rising, left behind for all his own. Death's chain is broken by his arm of might and rolled away the stone. Now Easter light flushes the morning sky. Thy form we see, all changed and yet the same. Master, we kneel before thee, hear our cry, and call us each by name.

Starting point is 01:19:44 When evening shadows lengthen all around, and we to Emmaus take our weary way. With us, O risen Savior, still be found, and turn our night to day. And from thy radiant throne of light above, O send us till our desert wanderings cease, Thine own best legacy of tender love, Thy sweetest gift of peace. Then, at the last, When all shall wake, Whose sleep,

Starting point is 01:20:23 Made like to thee, In raiment white and fair, O bid us welcome to thy home To keep our endless Easter there. R. H. Baines. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name.

Starting point is 01:20:58 From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librivox.org by Brucecichuk. Again the Lord of Life and Light awakes the kindling ray. unseals the eyelids of the morn and pours increasing day. Oh, what a night was that which wrapped the heathen world in gloom! Oh, what a sun which broke this day, triumphant from the tomb! This day be grateful homage paid and loud Hosanna's song. Let gladness dwell, in every heart and praise on every tongue.

Starting point is 01:21:51 Ten thousand differing lips shall join to hail this welcome morn, which scatters blessings from its wings to nations yet unborn. Mrs. Barbold. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Thou art worthy, O Lord,

Starting point is 01:22:21 to receive glory and honor and power. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman. Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gachuk. Come ye saints, look here and wonder, see the place where Jesus lay. He has burst his bands asunder. He has borne our sins away. Joyful tidings. Yes, the Lord has risen today.

Starting point is 01:22:58 Jesus triumphs, sing ye praises, by his death he overcame. Thus the Lord his glory raises, thus he fills his foes with shame. Sing ye praises, praises to the victor's name. Jesus triumphs, countless legions, come from heaven to meet their king. Soon in yonder blessed regions, they shall join his praise to sing. Songs eternal shall through heaven's high arches ring.

Starting point is 01:23:41 T. Kelly. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In my father's house are many mansions. From Easter Him. Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librevox.org by Bruce Kachuk. Do saints keep holy day in heavenly places? Does the old joy shine new in angel faces? Or hymns still sung the night when Christ was born, and anthems on the resurrection mourn?

Starting point is 01:24:29 Because our little year of earth is run, Do they make record there beyond the sun? And in their homes of light so far away, Mark with us the sweet coming of this day. What is there Easter? For they have no graves, No shadow there the holy sunrise craves, Deep in the heart of noontide marvelous,

Starting point is 01:24:59 whose breaking glory reaches down to us. How did the Lord keep Easter? With his own, Back to meet Mary where she grieved alone, With face and mean, all tenderly the same, Unto the very sepulchre he came. Ah, the dear message that he gave her then, Said for the sake of all bruised heart,

Starting point is 01:25:29 of men. Go tell those friends who have believed on me. I go before them, into Galilee, into the life so poor and hard and plain that for a while they must take up again. My presence passes, where their feet toils slow, mine shining swift with love, still foremost go say mary i will meet them by the way to walk a little with them where they stay to bring my peace watch for ye do not know the day the hour when i may find you so and i do think as he came back to her The many mansions may be all astir, With tender steps that hasten in the way, Seeking their own upon this Easter day, Parting the veil that hideeth them about,

Starting point is 01:26:48 I think they do come, softly wistful, out from homes of heaven that only seem so far, and walk in gardens where the new tombs are. A. D. T. Whitney. End a poem. This recording is in the public domain. They found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre. From Easter hymns, compiled by Jane, Eliza Coolidge Chapman.

Starting point is 01:27:32 Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Kachuk. Morning breaks upon the tomb. Jesus dissipates its gloom. Day of triumph through the skies. See the glorious Savior rise. Christians dry your flowing tears. Chase those unbelieving fears. Look on his deserted grave.

Starting point is 01:28:00 Doubt no more his power to save. Ye who are of death afraid. Triumph in the scattered shade. Drive your anxious fears away. See the place where Jesus lay. So the rising sun appears, shedding radiance or the spheres. So returning beams of light, chase the terrors of the night. Collier. End of a poem. This recording is in the public domain. Lo, everyone that thirsteth, come ye to the waters. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman. Read for Librevox.org by Bruce Kachuk. I say to all men, far and near, that he is risen again, that he is with us now and here.

Starting point is 01:29:15 and ever shall remain. And what I say, let each this morn, go tell it to his friend, that soon in every place shall dawn, his kingdom without end. Now first to souls who thus awake seems earth a fatherland, a new and endless life they take with rapture from his hand, the fears of death and of the grave are whelmed beneath the sea and every heart now light and brave may face the things to be the way of darkness that he trod to heaven at last shall come and he who hearkens to his word shall reach his father's home now let the mourner grieve no more though his beloved sleep. A happier meeting shall restore their light, Two eyes that weep.

Starting point is 01:30:25 Now every heart, each noble deed, With new resolve may dare. A glorious harvest shall the seed In happier regions bear. He lives, His presence hath not ceased, Though foes and fears be rife and thus we hail in easter's feast a world renewed to life from the german end of poem this recording is in the public domain

Starting point is 01:31:07 weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning from easter hymns compiled by jane eliza coolidge chapman read for librivox dot org by larry wilson mary to her saviour's tomb hasted at the early dawn, spice she brought in sweet perfume, but the Lord she loved was gone. For a while she weeping stood, struck with horror and surprise, shedding tears of plentious flood from her heart supplied her eyes. Grief and sighing quickly fled when she heard his welcome voice, just before she thought him dead. Now he bids her heart rejoice. What, What a change his word can make, turning darkness into day. You who weep for Jesus' sake, he will wipe your tears away. He who came to comfort her when she thought her all was lost,

Starting point is 01:32:06 will for your relief appear, though you now are tempest-tossed. On his word your burden cast, on his love your thoughts employ, weeping for a while may last, but the morning brings the joy. John Newton. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. He is not here, but has risen. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane, Eliza Coolidge Chapman,

Starting point is 01:32:44 read for Librivox.org by Bruce Kachuk. O day of days, shall hearts set free, no minstrel rapture find for thee. Thou art the sun of other days, They shine by giving back thy rays, Enthrowned in thy sovereign sphere, Thou sheds thy light on all the year, Sundays by thee, more glorious break,

Starting point is 01:33:17 An Easter day in every week, And weekdays following in their train, The fullness of thy blessing gain, till all, both resting and employ, Be one Lord's day of holy joy. Then wake my soul to high desires, And earlier light thine altar fires, The world some hours is on her way,

Starting point is 01:33:46 Nor thinks on thee, thou blessed day. Or if she think, it is in scorn, The vernal light of Easter morn, To her dark gaze No brighter seems Than reasons Or the laws Pale beams

Starting point is 01:34:05 Where is your Lord She scornful asks Where is his hire We know his tasks Sons of a king Ye boast to be Let us your crowns And treasures see

Starting point is 01:34:22 We in the words of truth reply. An angel brought them from the sky. Our crown, our treasure, is not here. Tis stored above the highest sphere. Methinks your wisdom guides amiss to seek on earth, a Christian's bliss. We watch not now the lifeless stone. Our only Lord is risen and gone. Yet even the lifeless stone is dear, for thoughts of him, who late lay here, and the base world, now Christ hath died, ennobled his, and glorified. No more a charnel house to fence, the relics of lost innocence, a vault of ruin, and decay, the imprisoning stone is rolled away, tis now a cell where angels to come and go with heavenly news, and in the ears of mourners say,

Starting point is 01:35:32 Come, see the place where Jesus lay. Tis now a fane where love can find, Christ everywhere, embalmed and shrined, I, gathering up memorial sweet, where'er she sets her dutious feet. O joy to Mary first aloud, when roused from weeping o'er his shroud, by his own calm, soul-soothing tone, breathing her name as still his own. Joy to the faithful three renewed, as their glad errand, they pursued, happy, who so Christ's word convey, that he may meet them, on their way so is it still to holy tears in lonely hours christ risen appears in social hours who christ would see must turn all tasks to charity j keble and a poem this recording is in the public domain o death where is thy sting o grave

Starting point is 01:37:00 Where is thy victory? From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman. Read for Librivox.org by Bruschakch. Angel, roll the stone away. Death, give up the mighty prey. See, he rises from the tomb, glowing in immortal bloom. Shout, ye saints, in rapturous song, Let the notes be sweet and strong.

Starting point is 01:37:38 Hail the Son of God this morn, From his sepulchre, newborn. Christians dry your flowing tears, Calm those unbelieving fears. Doubt no more his power to save. See his own deserted, Grave. Powers of heaven, celestial choirs, sing and sweep your sounding liars, sons of men in joyful strain, Hail your mighty saviour's reign, every note with rapture swell, and the saviour's triumph tell.

Starting point is 01:38:22 Where, O death, is now thy sting. Where thy terrors, vanquished king! J. Scott. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. O clap your hands, all ye people, shout unto God with the voice of triumph. From Easter hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librevox.org.

Starting point is 01:38:59 by Cindy Tully, Tulsa, Oklahoma. O clap your hands, all ye people, shout unto God with the voice of triumph. Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, for Jesus hath risen and man cannot die. Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, and short the dominion of death and the grave. He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him, resplendent. in glory to live and to save. Loud was the chorus of angels on high. The Savior hath risen, and man shall not die.

Starting point is 01:39:40 Glory to God in full anthems of joy. The being he gave us, death cannot destroy. Sad were the life we must part with tomorrow, if tears were our birthright and death were our end. But Jesus hath cheered the dark, valley of sorrow and bade us immortal to heaven ascend. Lift then your glad voices in triumph on high, for Jesus hath risen and man shall not die. Henry Ware. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The first begotten of the dead. From Easter hymns compiled by Jane

Starting point is 01:40:33 Eliza Coolidge Chapman. Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gachuk. Come see the place where Jesus lay, and hear angelic watchers say, He lives, who once was slain. Why seek the living midst the dead? Remember how the Savior said that he would rise again. Oh, joyful sound, O glorious hour, when by his own almighty power,

Starting point is 01:41:09 He rose and left the grave. Now let our songs his triumph tell, Who burst the bands of death and hell, And ever lives to save. The first begotten of the dead, For us he rose, our glorious head, Immortal life to bring. What though the saints like him shall die,

Starting point is 01:41:37 They share their leaders' victory, And triumph with their king. No more they tremble at the grave, For Jesus will their spirits save, And raise their slumbering dust. O risen Lord, in thee we live, To thee our ransomed souls we give, To thee,

Starting point is 01:42:02 Our bodies trust. T. S. Kelly. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. It is Christ that died. Yay, rather, that is risen again. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman.

Starting point is 01:42:32 Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gitchuk. He is risen. He is risen. Tell it with a joyful voice. He has burst his three days prison. Let the whole wide earth rejoice. Death is vanquished. Man is free.

Starting point is 01:42:56 Christ has won the victory. Tell it to the sinners, weeping over deeds in darkness done. Weary fast and vigil-keeping brightly breaks their east-time. Son. Christ has borne our sins away. Christ has conquered hell today. He is risen. He is risen. He has oped the eternal gate. We are loosed from sin's dark prison, risen to a holier state, where a brightening Easter beam on our longing eyes shall stream. C. F. alexander end of poem this recording is in the public domain jesus christ the lord of glory from easter hymns compiled by jane eliza collage chapman sung for librivox dot org by eswa in belgium in may two thousand and seventeen

Starting point is 01:44:08 the strife is all the battle done the victory of life is won the song of triumph has begun the powers of death have done their worst but christ's deligions hath dispersed let shout of holy joy outburst ah allelia the three said days are quickly sped he rises glorious from the dead o glory to our risen head hallelujah he closed the yawning gates of hell the bars from heaven's high portals fell let hymns of praise his triumphs tell hall hallelujah not by the stripes which wounded thee from death's dread sting thy servants free that we may live and sing to thee allelooia f pot end of poem this recording is in the public domain the fruit of the spirit is in all goodness and righteousness and truth from easter hymns compiled by by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman. Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gachuk.

Starting point is 01:45:55 How shall we keep this holy day of gladness? This queen of days, that bitter, hopeless sadness, forever drives away. The night is past, its sleep and its forgetting. Our risen sun, no more forever setting, pours everlasting day. Let us not bring upon this joyful morning, dead myrr and spices for our Lord's adorning, nor any lifeless thing. Our gift shall be the fragrance and the splendor of living flowers in breathing beauty tender, the glory of our spring. And with the myrrh, oh, put away the leaven of malice, hatred, injuries, unforgiven, and cold and lifeless form.

Starting point is 01:46:52 Still with the lilies, deeds of mercy-bringing, and fervent prayers, and praises, upward springing, and hopes, pure, bright, and warm. So shall this Easter shed a fragrant beauty, or many a day, of dull and cheerless duty, and light thy wintry way, till rest is one, and patience, smiling faintly, upon thy breast shall lay her lilies saintly, to hail heavens Easter Day.

Starting point is 01:47:34 E.S. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. To the only wise God. our Savior, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librevox.org by Bruce Kachuk. Our Lord is risen today. How glad the angelic lay, resoundeth, hallelujah. Men too, with feebler song, that heavenly strain prolong, repeating, hallelujah, through darkest realms of woe,

Starting point is 01:48:30 sweet notes of mercy go, re-echoing, hallelujah, let every living thing, therefore break forth and sing, exultant, hallelujah. Death quenched not, light of light. He, He clad in matchless might, To deepest hell descended. He preached to spirits there, And, at his word, despair and death and pain are ended. Out through the gates of brass, the newborn armies pass, While saints in raptured chorus, Behold that host draw nigh,

Starting point is 01:49:16 And loud, Hosanna cry, All hail, thou king, victorious. Before the dawning's birth, Up to the waiting earth, Our Jesus swift returneth. Through that same stone he rose, Fast-sealed by his foes, Their malice, thus he scorneth.

Starting point is 01:49:41 Earth quaked with fear and dread, And Roman soldiers fled, When, clad in radiant, splendid, one heavenly hand alone, rolled back the mighty stone, and death's short victory, ended. Now shining angels tell how bands of earth and hell by him were burst in sunder, with spices in their hand, lo, holy women stand, and list in thrilling wonder, then trembling with the joy unto the eleven they fly, that men also may greet him. The Lord is risen, they say, the Lord is risen today. Oh, go ye forth to meet him. Ascend thy conquering car, thou mighty man of war,

Starting point is 01:50:42 with all thy saints surrounded, shine forth in perfect day. and let thy loving sway, Spread far, all realms unbounded, Till to the lower world Thy deadly foes are hurled, Cast down, to rise up never, And thou, Emmanuel, Or heaven and earth and hell,

Starting point is 01:51:10 Triumphant, rain forever, To God the Father, Son and Spirit, three in one eternal praise be given by all of mortal birth within the church on earth and countless hosts of heaven, as was on that bright morn when heaven and earth were born, and songs of praise ascended, is now and shall be so, still swelling as they go, when time itself is ended. J. H. Hopkins, Jr. End of poem.

Starting point is 01:51:59 This recording is in the public domain. Christ, being raised from the dead, dieth no more. From Easter Hems, compiled by Jane, Eliza, Coolidge Chapman. Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gachuk. Angels Christ hath arisen, joy to our buried head, Whom the unmerited, trailing, inherited, woes did imprison.

Starting point is 01:52:37 Women Costly devices we had prepared, shrouds and sweet spices, linen and gnawed, Woe the disaster, whom we here laid, Gone is the master, empty his bed. Angels Christ hath arisen, loving and glorious, out of laborious, conflict victorious. Christ hath arisen. Disciples.

Starting point is 01:53:09 Hath thee inhumated, upward aspiring, hath thee consummated, all his desiring, is he in beings' bliss, near to creative joy? Wearily we, in this earthly house, sigh. empty and hollow us left he unblessed master thy followers envy thy rest angels christ hath arisen out of corruption's womb burst every prison vanish death's gloom active in charity praise him in verity his feast prepare it ye his message bear it ye his joy declare it ye then is the master near then is he here GERTA, translated by F. H. H. H. H. H. H. H. H. H. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 01:54:25 Why seek ye the living among the dead? From Easter Hems, compiled by Jane, Eliza Coolidge Chapman. Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Kachuk. Unchanged through all the changing years, the widowed church at dawning Gray, goes forth to kneel beside the tomb, where once our Lord and Savior lay, and carries with her spice and balm that through the air their fragrance shed, O hush, nor ask of her in scorn, Why seek the living, mid the dead? Draw near, and see her precious store, until she shall.

Starting point is 01:55:17 all her gifts display, which all the year she garners up and pours them forth on Easter day. And first she brings her children's prayers, which she has taught them day by day through life and death to offer still, at home, at sea, or far away. And next she gives each loving word, and every holy, fruitful thought, Each effort for the souls of men, Each work in love and mercy wrought, And then her last and choicest gift, Wherewith she crowneth all the rest,

Starting point is 01:56:08 The memory of her holy dead, whose sleep of perfect peace possessed. Still bears she forth her precious hoard, And hope grows strong with every year That many Easter's shall not pass Before her bridegroom shall appear. Then shall her days of fasting end, And she her weeds aside will lay,

Starting point is 01:56:40 for death and sin shall be no more when dawns that endless Easter day. E.S. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Alleluia, for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman. Read for Librivox.org by Bruce. Kachuk.

Starting point is 01:57:20 The Lord of Life is risen. Sing, Easter heralds, sing! He burst his rocky prison. Wide, let the triumph ring. Tell how the graves are quaking. The saints, their fetters breaking. Sing, heralds, Jesus lives.

Starting point is 01:57:43 In death, no longer lying, he rose the prince, today. Life of the dead and dying, he triumphed or decay. The Lord of life is risen. In ruins lies death's prison, its keeper bound in chains. We hear in thy blessed greeting, salvation's work is done. We worship thee, repeating, life for the dead is one. O head of all believing, O joy of all the grieving, Unite us, Lord, to thee. Here at thy tomb, O Jesus,

Starting point is 01:58:32 How sweet the morning's breath! We hear in all the breezes, Where is thy sting, O death? Dark hell flies in commotion, While far o'er earth and o'er, loud hallelujah's ring. O publish this salvation, ye heralds through the earth.

Starting point is 01:58:57 To every buried nation, proclaim the day of birth, Till rising from their slumbers, The countless heathen numbers Shall hail the risen light. Hail, hail, are Jesus risen? Sing! Sing, ransomed brethren, sing.

Starting point is 01:59:21 Through death's dark gloomy prison, let Easter corals ring. Haste, haste, ye captive legions, come forth from sin's dark regions. In Jesus' kingdom, live! From the German. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let everything that hath breath, praise the Lord. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman.

Starting point is 02:00:04 Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gachuk. Let the merry church bells ring, hence with tears and sighing. Frost and cold have fled from spring. Life hath conquered dying. Flowers are smiling, fields are gay, sunny is the weather. With our risen Lord today, all things rise together. Let the birds sing out again from their leafy chapel, praising him with whom in vain sin hath sought to grapple.

Starting point is 02:00:49 Sounds of joy come loud and clear, as the breezes flutter. He arose and is not here, is the strain they utter. Let the past of grief be past, This our comfort giveth. He was slain on Friday last, But today he liveth.

Starting point is 02:01:15 Morning hearts must needs be gay, out of sorrow's prison, since the very grave can say, Christ, he hath arisen. End a poem. This recording is in the public domain. The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing of birds has come. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge, Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gachuk.

Starting point is 02:02:00 Sweetly are the birds singing at Easter dawn. Sweetly are the bells ringing on Easter morn. And the words that they say on Easter day are, Christ the Lord is risen. Birds, forget not your singing at Easter dawn. May ye always be ringing on Easter morn. In the spring of the year, when Easter is here, Sing, Christ the Lord is risen.

Starting point is 02:02:39 Easter buds were growing ages ago. Easter lilies were blowing by the water's flow. All nature was glad, not a creature was sad, for Christ the Lord is risen. Buds ye will soon be flowers, cherry and white. Snowstorms are changing to showers, darkness, to light. With the awakening of spring, oh sweetly sing, Lo, Christ the Lord is risen.

Starting point is 02:03:20 E.D.C. St. Nicholas Magazine End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Very early in the morning, the first day of the week, they came into the sepulchre at the rising of the sun. From Easter hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, sung for Librox.org by Esau in Belgium in May 2017.

Starting point is 02:03:52 The world itself keeps Easter Day, and Easter larks are singing. andista flowers are blooming gay and his sabbats are springing the lord of all things lives anew and all his works are rising too allelia alleluia praise the lord praise the lord there's two three mary's by the tomb on easter morning early when they had scarcely chased the gloom and you was white and pearly with loving but with airing mind they came the prince of life to find allelia allelieu alleluia praise the lord but earlier still the angel's bed his words of comfort giving and why he said among the dead the sickie for the living the reason jesus lives again to save the souls of sinful men

Starting point is 02:05:30 allelooia allelooia praise the lord the world itself keeps yesterday and easterlocks our singing and east of flowers all blooming gay and east of buds are springing the lord is risen as all things tell good christian see ye rise as well allelieu allelooia ala praise the lord End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman. Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Gachuk.

Starting point is 02:06:43 Alleluia! Alleluia! Hearts to heaven and voices raise. Sing to God a hymn of gladness. Sing to God a hymn of praise. He who, on the cross a victim, for the world's salvation, bled. Jesus Christ, the king of glory, now is risen from the dead. Now the iron bars are broken. Christ from death to life is born. Glorious life and life immortal.

Starting point is 02:07:20 on this holy Easter morn. Christ has triumphed and we conquer by his mighty enterprise. We, with Christ, to life eternal, by his resurrection, rise. Christ is risen, Christ, the first fruits of the holy harvest field, which will all its full abundance at his second coming yield. Then the golden ears of harvest will their heads before him wave, ripened by his glorious sunshine from the furrows of the grave. Christ is risen, we are risen, shed upon us, heavenly grace,

Starting point is 02:08:09 rain and dew, and gleams of glory, from the brightness of thy face, that we, Lord, with hearts in heaven, hear, on earth may fruitful be, and by angel hands be gathered, and be ever safe with thee. Hallelujah, hallelujah, glory be to God on high, to the Father and the Savior, who has gained the victory. Glory to the Holy Spirit found of love and sanctity. Alleluia! Alleluia! To the triune majesty! Canterbury hymnal! End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 02:09:11 This is the day which the Lord hath made. We will rejoice and be glad in it. From Easter hymns compiled by Jane Eliza Cullich Chapman, sung for Librevox.org by Eswa in Belgium in May 2017. the feast who raise a day which should be dear to men and which the angels love except for glory the homage that we pay let it assemble the starry sphere this happy sweet are the chancor church of praise to greet her the sweet of all the songs of grace the happy angels see and accept or not the homage that we pay

Starting point is 02:10:44 let it assemble the story's fear this happy is stood thou'w thy house to view what are they to the changeless flowers that the hall and it assemble this happy stone the scar that sheds on earth sheds honour there is it a-loor accepts, oh glorious reason. The hope that it assembled this happy. From English Book of Hymns and Carols. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 02:12:34 Your joy. No man taketh from you. From Easter Hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman, read for Librivox.org Bruce Kachuk. Days grow longer, sunbeams stronger, Easter tide makes all things new. Lent is banished, sadness vanished, Christ hath risen, rise we too. Christmas greetings, twelfth night meetings, Whitson sports are glad and gay, but the lightest and the brightest of our feasts is

Starting point is 02:13:18 Easter Day. Earthly story crowns with glory. Him whom earthly foes or came. Victor's laurel ends the quarrel. Honor dwells about his name. Vanquished legions, conquered regions, kings deposed and princes bound. Exultation, acclamation, fill his ears and float

Starting point is 02:13:48 around. Then unending and transcending, be the glory of the sun. For transcendent and resplendent was the victory he hath won. Death hath yielded, life is shielded, Satan bound, and hell in chains. Chaste is terror, fled is error. Grief, is past and joy remains from english book of hymns and carols end of poem this recording is in the public domain arise shine for thy light is come and the glory of the lord is risen upon thee from easter hymns compiled by jane eliza coolidge chapman read for Librivox.org by Bruschuk. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Oh, let the joyful sounds

Starting point is 02:15:08 through every land re-echo to earth's remotest bounds. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Bright angels join the cry. Hallelujah's ever singing.

Starting point is 02:15:28 before the throne on high. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Christ is risen, ere earliest morning ray. Wake, slumbering hearts. Awake, arise, and speed you on your way. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. Christ is risen. to all the words repeat till every knee before him bow in adoration meet. Christ is risen, Christ is risen. Christ is risen, Christ is risen, bid all his praises sing. Praise him, the God of earth and heaven, Redeemer, Lord and king. Christ is risen.

Starting point is 02:16:28 Christ is risen. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When Christ, who is our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear with him in glory. From Easter hymns, compiled by Jane Eliza College Chapman, sung for LibreVox.org by Eswa in Belgium in May 2017. Hague the angels bright are singing in the glorious sister sky.

Starting point is 02:17:08 Jesus from the grave has risen. Jesus now no more may die. Alleluia, alleluia, this is what the angels say. Alleluia, alleluia, we will sing with them today. When the soldiers try to keep the Holy One within the grave, In vain they put a seal and stone upon the entrance to the cave. Alleluia, alleluia, this is what the angels say. Alleluia, Alleluia, we will sing with them today.

Starting point is 02:17:58 For on the third day as he said, he came again in triumph high, and rose all glorious from the dead, littering with light and majesty. Alleluia, hallelujah, this is what the angels say. Alleluia, hallelujah, we will sing with them today. For we must die as Jesus died, but now we hope with him to rise, And in these bodies glorified to reign with him beyond the skies Alleluia, this is what the angels say,

Starting point is 02:18:47 Alleluia, Alleluia, let us sing with them today. From English Book of Hymns and Carylls. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let the people praise thee, O God. Let all the people praise thee. From Easter Hymns. Compiled by Jane, Eliza, Cooledge Chapman.

Starting point is 02:19:21 Read for Librivox.org by Bruce Cachuk. Christ has arisen. Death is no more. Lowe, the white-robed ones. Sit by the door. Dawn, golden morning. Scatter the night. Haste ye disciples glad,

Starting point is 02:19:43 First with the light. Break forth in singing, O world new-born. Chant the great Eastertide. Christ's holy morn. Chant him, young sunbeams, Dancing in mirth. Chant, O ye winds of God,

Starting point is 02:20:02 coursing the earth chant him ye laughing flowers fresh from the sod chant him wild leaping streams praising your God break from thy winter

Starting point is 02:20:18 sad heart and sing bud with thy blossoms fair Christ is thy spring Come where the Lord hath lain Past is the gloom See the full eye of day, smile through the tomb. Hark, angel voices, fall from the skies. Christ hath arisen, glad heart, arise.

Starting point is 02:20:51 E.A. Washburn, D.D. End of poem. End of Easter hymns. Compiled by Jane Eliza Coolidge Chapman.

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