The Message of Easter, 1919
By Effie Stewart Dart
’Tis Easter again, that sacred Day
On which Christ arose from the tomb,
And the glory of Peace is bright’ning a world,
Long wrapped in war’s horror and gloom.
But thousands of graves in a far off land
Are calling to us today,
To finish the work which was left undone,
When the soldiers marched away.
To arise from our lives of selfish ease
To a Service grand and wide,
To help the needy of those far lands,
For whom our brave lads died.
The orphans of France, whose fathers sleep
’Neath the poppies of Flanders field;
The aged and children of Belgium, too,
Whose soldiers could die, not yield.
And in our own land there are aching hearts
For the voices they never more hear;
Ours may be the joy to carry to them
God’s message of faith and cheer.
And the maimed and broken, O, Blessed Christ,
Our duty to them is plain,
To help however, wherever we can,
When their lives they take up again.
Ah, not for us are the lives of ease,
While the world is still racked with pain;
But to serve in the name of the Risen Christ,
Till His Love o’er the earth shall reign.