If I had seen the Master on that morning All glorious with resurrection light, Beyond the might of men and evil scorning, How would my soul have met the splendid sight? Would I have hastened eager to adore Him, My spirit caught in rapture strangely sweet? Would I have run to lay my heart before Him? Would I have fallen trembling at his feet? Or would a sudden fear have held me rigid, And would my sins have been a barrier high, And would my doubts have bound me stiff and frigid In sullen coldness while the Lord passed by? I need not ask, for still my Lord comes near me, Life evermore victorious from the grave; And still he calls, "O brother, do not fear me!" And still his eager hands are stretched to save. All days are Easter days, and bring the testing Of lower calls and summons from above. O haste, my soul, unhurried and unresting, To meet the Lord of life and claim His love. |