O Joyful Day! O Glorious Hour! (Poem)

"And the angel and said unto the women, Fear not ye:for I know that ye seek Jesus, who was
crucified. He is not here:for He is risen, as He said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And
go quickly, and tell His disciples that He is risen from the dead; and, behold, He goeth before you
into Galilee; there shall ye see Him:lo, I have told you. And they departed quickly from the
sepulcher with fear and great joy" (Matt. 28:5-8).

O joyful day! O glorious hour!
When Jesus, by almighty power,
Revived and left the grave;
In all His works behold Him great_
Before, almighty to create,
Almighty now to save.

The first-begotten from the dead,
He’s risen now, His people’s Head,
And thus their life’s secure;
And if, like Him, they yield their breath,
Like Him they’ll burst the bonds of death,
Their resurrection sure.

Why should His people, then, be sad?
None have such reason to be glad
As those redeemed to God:
Jesus, the mighty Saviour, lives,
To them eternal life He gives,
The purchase of His blood.

Then let our gladsome praise resound,
And let us in His work abound,
Whose blessed name is Love;
We’re sure our labor’s not in vain,
For we with Him ere long shall reign_
With Jesus dwell above.

(By Thomas Kelly in Hymns for the Little Flock.)