May 1, 2021 (Saturday)
You might think, as you hear the words of this wonderful song, that it is an Easter song. Well, I guess it is. But did you know that we celebrate the Resurrection of Christ every Sunday? Indeed, we celebrate the fact that Christ lives in our hearts every day, all day long! Our celebration is unending!
Mylon Rae Le Fevre knew that very well, and so he wrote, “Without Him, I could do nothing, without Him I’d surely fail, without Him I would be drifting like a ship without a sail.” As A.H. Ackley wrote,”He lives! He lives!” Not just on that Sunday morning more than 2000 years ago, but He lives today! He kept writing, “He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way; He lives! He lives! Salvation to impart — You ask me how I know He lives? He lives within my heart!” And, as Gloria Gaither said in a song, for which Bill wrote the music, “Because He lives I can face tomorrow. Because He lives all fear is gone. Because I know He holds the future, life is worth the living — just because He lives!”
So tell me again, Katherine Hankey, “the old, old story, for those who know it best seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest, and when in scenes of glory I sing the new, new song, ’Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long.”
THEN CAME THE MORNING
Words: Gloria Gaither
Music: Bill Gaither
Date
Solo, Guy Penrod
They all walked away, nothing to say
They’d just lost their dearest friend
All that He said, now He was dead
So this was the way it would end
The dreams they had dreamed were not what they’d seemed
Now that He was dead and gone
The garden, the jail, the hammer, the nail
How could a night be so long?
Then came the morning
Night turned into day
The stone was rolled away
Hope rose with the dawn
Then came the morning
Shadows vanished before the sun
Death had lost and life had won
For morning had come
The angel, the star, the kings from afar
The wedding, the water, the wine
Now it was done, they’d taken her Son
Wasted before His time
She knew it was true, she’d watched Him die too
She’d heard them call Him just a man
But deep in her heart she knew from the start
Somehow her Son would live again
Then came the morning
Night turned into day
The stone was rolled away
Hope rose with the dawn
Then came the morning
Shadows vanished before the sun
Death had lost and life had won
For morning had come
Then came the morning
Shadows vanished before the sun
Death had lost and life had won
For morning had come
For morning had come