this, but the 1 Corinthians 15 text it's based on comes up elsewhere in the lectionary series my church uses, so I recently sang it as a solo, and I don't want to repeat it again next month.) So, to rectify that omission and crush the earworm at the same time, here's a new Easter Hymn sung to BIRKDALE.
Holy women, sorely grieving,
Came with spices to the tomb
And beheld at dawn's first rising,
No clay resting in the gloom.
"Why," they found an angel speaking,
"Are you seeking
Him who lives among the dead?
See the place where He was lying:
No more dying,
He is risen as He said."
"Go," he said, "tell His disciples:
He has gone where you will go."
So they ran, afraid, rejoicing,
First the wondrous news to know.
Still today that word astounding
Ever new despite the years:
Death, although its shroud enfold us,
Cannot hold us;
Christ will wipe away our tears.
Jesus bore all sin while dying,
By His holy death all flesh;
Now He lives, wherein is rooted
Unto us as righteousness.
His baptismal vow is plighted:
In His death and its release.
Gathered into death, we meet Him,
Warmly greet Him,
Resting lightly and at peace.
Likewise, in communion melded,
We are welded
To His life, and live anew.
Let us then have done with doubting,
Every praise the Lamb is due.