Easter Sunday 2015

Morning 'breaks upon the tomb;

Jesus scatters all its gloom.

Day of triumph through the skies;

See the glorious Savior rise.

Ye who are of death afraid

Triumph in the scattered shade.

Drive your anxious cares away;

See the place where Jesus lay.

Christians, dry your flowing tears

Chase your unbelieving fears;

Look on His deserted grave,

Doubt no more His power to save.

-Will­iam B. Coll­yer image