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From The Graves Remove Dark Crosses

From the graves remove dark crosses

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig; Translator: P. C. Paulsen
Tune: JUTLAND
Published in 2 hymnals

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1 From the graves remove dark crosses,
Grow the lilies in their stead,
Blend the flow'r's with tender mosses,
Plant sweet roses in the bed.
Place, instead of signs of grief,
Angel wings in bright relief,
Palms, instead of columns broken,
Words of hope that God has spoken.

2 Sudden darkness light succeeded
When for us He shed His blood;
Brighter light to us was deeded
When the Victor with us stood.
Now our praises rise on high
'Neath the Easter morning sky
Unto Christ the resurrected,
Proved to be of God elected.

3 See the friends of Jesus grieving:
How they wring their hands in woe!
They, although in Him believing,
Saw Him yielding to the foe.
When, released from death's sharp throes,
He, the Easter Sun, arose,
They beheld the tomb now broken,
Angels pointing to the token.

4 Open tomb, the saints surrender!
Jesus' voice in dusk of day
Sounds in accents strong, yet tender,
Shedding light upon our way;
He is calling, but not now:
Adam, sinner, where art thou?
No, He says with gracious favor:
Here am I, your risen Savior.

5 Now behold the God-man risen,
Broken are the chains of death,
Opened is our gloomy prison,
And His word is life and breath;
Now a summer morning bright
Dawns on us to end our night;
And, their Easter anthems singing,
Souls their way to Him are winging.

Source: American Lutheran Hymnal #447

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig

Nicolai Frederik Severin Grundtvig was the son of a pastor, and was born at Udby, in Seeland, in 1783. He studied in the University of Copenhagen from 1800-1805; and, like some other eminent men, did not greatly distinguish himself; his mind was too active and his imagination too versatile to bear the restraint of the academic course. After leaving the university he took to teaching; first in Langeland, then (1808) in Copenhagen. Here he devoted his attention to poetry, literature, and Northern antiquities. In 1810 he became assistant to his father in a parish in Jutland. The sermon he preached at his ordination, on the subject "Why has the Lord's word disappeared from His house," attracted much attention, which is rarely the case with "pro… Go to person page >

Translator: P. C. Paulsen

Paul Christian Paulsen was born on March 26, 1881, in Alstrup, Jutland, Denmark. He emigrated to America in 1904, was ordained in 1911, and served as a Lutheran pastor in Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, California, and Alberta, Canada. He died on July 26, 1948. NN, Hymnary Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: From the graves remove dark crosses
Title: From The Graves Remove Dark Crosses
Danish Title: Tag det sorte Kors fra Graven
Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig
Translator: P. C. Paulsen
Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain

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