THE LORD OF DEATH by Zitella Cocke

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 16, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 16.

THE LORD OF DEATH.

By Zitella Cocke

[Zitella Cocke, in the Independent.]

WITHIN the gardens all is still, As men at arms, in grim array, Fulfil the haughty high priest's will Where Joseph laid his Lord away; But see! the East bursts forth in bloom, And earth responsive throbs beneath; The soldiers reel, and from the tomb Jesus is risen—the Lord of Death!

The Roman guard kept watch below, Angelic legions watched above; And direst hate of fiend and foe Falls vanquished at the feet of Love. Death, who had all his arrows hurled, Now flees, a smitten, skulking wraith, While seraphs shout around the world, The Lord and Christ is Lord of Death!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . O mourning ones, lift up your heads! O breaking heart, awake to song! There is no darkness and no death, If ye but list th' exultant throng Whose endless hallelujahs ring. Hear what the Easter triumph saith, Hear Angel and Archangel sing: The Lord and Christ is Lord of Death!