Our life is as a dream; our time as a stream glides swiftly away, and the fugitive moment refuses to stay. The arrow is flown; the moments are gone. Abide with me, fast falls the eventide; the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day. Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away. Lead kindly light amid the encircling gloom; the night is dark, and I am far from home. So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on till the night is gone; and in the morning those angel faces smile which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. 
He is risen; he is risen! Tell it out with joyful voice! He has burst his three days' prison. Let the whole wide earth rejoice. Death is conquered. Man is free! Oh, what songs of the heart we shall sing all the day when again we assemble at home; when we meet ne'er to part with the blest o'er the way, there, no more from our loved ones to roam! Though our rapture and bliss there's no song can express, we will shout; we will sing o'er and o'er as we greet with a kiss, and with joy we caress, all our loved ones that passed on before! Oh what songs we'll employ! Oh what welcome we'll hear while our transports of love are complete; as the heart swells with joy in embraces most dear when our heavenly parents we meet. I know that my redeemer lives; what comfort this sweet sentence gives! He lives to silence all my fears; he lives to wipe away my tears. He lives and grants me daily breath; he lives and I shall conquer death. He lives my mansion to prepare; he lives to bring me safely there. O sweet the joy this sentence gives: I know that my redeemer lives! (compiled and arranged from the hymnbook: Come Let Us Anew; Abide With Me; Lead Kindly Light; He is Risen!; Oh, What Songs of the Heart; I Know That My Redeemer Lives; by David Van Alstyne) Home / For Latter-day Saints |