The Resurrection, Or Easter Day by George Herbert

 THE RESURRECTION, OR EASTER-DAY
BY GEORGE HERBERT

Up and away,
Thy Savior's gone before.
Why dost thou stay,
Dull soul? Behold, the door
Is open, and his Precept bids thee rise,
Whose power hath vanquished all thine enemies.

Say not, I live,
Whilst in the grave thou liest:
He that doth give
Thee life would have thee prize't
More highly than to keep it buried, where
Thou canst not make the fruits of it appear.

Is rottenness,
And dust so pleasant to thee,
That happiness,
And heaven, cannot woo thee.
To shake thy shackles off, and leave behind thee
Those fetters, which to death and hell do bind thee?

In vain thou say'st,
Thou art buried with thy Savior,
If thou delay'st.
To show, by thy behavior,
That thou art risen with him; Till thou shine
Like him, how canst thou say his light is thine?

Early he rose.
And with him brought the day.
Which all thy foes
Frighted out of the way:
And wilt thou sluggard-like turn in thy bed,
Till noon-sun beams draw up thy drowsy head?

Open thine eyes,
Sin-seized soul, and see
What cobweb-ties
They are, that trammel thee:
Not profits, pleasures, honors, as thou thinkest ;
But loss, pain, shame, at which thou vainly winkest.

All that is good
Thy Savior dearly bought
With his heart's blood:
And it must there be sought,
Where he keeps residence, who rose this day:
Linger no longer then; up, and away.

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