THE EMPTY TOMB

EVELYN GAGE KNIFFIN

Why weepest thou? whom seekest thou?
The Master gently said.
Why seek ye for the living Christ
Among the silent dead?
Ye seek for Life,—why seek ye here?
The grave is not the door;
I conquered death that ye might know,
And live forevermore.
Then cease to weep, to seek me here,—
Methinks I hear him say,—
The way to Life lies not through death:
The Christ is ris'n today.

Why weepest thou? whom seekest thou?
I hear him ask it still.
And some of us with Mary cry,
He died on Calvary's hill.
But lo, he's ris'n! he lives indeed!
And points the way for thee.
O death, where is thine anguish now?
O grave, thy victory?
He swept all finite barriers down,
Broke every bond of sense,
And stepped out from his rock-hewn tomb,
Clothed with omnipotence.

Why weepest thou? whom seekest thou?
Down through the ages ring.
Where, empty grave, thy victory?
Where, vanquished death, thy sting?
Then weep no more, and seek no more
For Life within the tomb;
There is no death! He's proven it;
The grave has met its doom!
So may the blessed truth sweep on,
Through every age and clime,
Till death itself is swallowed up
In victory sublime.

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