Words: (1840-1918).

Music: Wil­helm, ar­ranged from Karl Wil­helm in Book of Praise for the Sun­day School, ed­it­ed by George A. Bell and (New York: Big­low & Main, 1875), p. 6.

If you know when this hymn was writ­ten, or where to get a pic­ture of Karl Wil­helm

Ye fainting souls, lift up your eyes
To where the morning lights the skies!
The awful shadows flee away
Before the swift advancing day.
The Lord is ris’n; He could not die;
He lives for you eternally;
And by His victory o’er the grave
His people He will surely save!

No longer mourn your seeming loss;
No longer weep before the cross,
Nor search the darkness of the tomb;
While overheard the morn has come!
Now what shall harm your joyful souls
While your Redeemer all controls?
No night shall hide again His face;
No grave shall be His resting place.