Because upon the first glad Easter day

The stone that sealed His tomb was rolled away,

So, through the deepening shadows of death’s night,

Men see an open door… beyond it, light.

Ida Norton Munson

Go my friends and shed no tears,

I must lie here till Christ appears

Anonymous epitaph 

Morning breaks upon the tomb,

Jesus scatters all its gloom.

Day of triumph through the skies–

See the glorious Saviour rise.

Christians! Dry your flowing tears,

Chase those unbelieving fears;

Look on his deserted grave,

Doubt no more his power to save.

Ye who are of death afraid,

Triumph in the scattered shade:

Drive your anxious cares away,

See the place where Jesus lay.

Collyer [before 1834]

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Graham J Weeks