  Sung at the celebration of the 20th anniversary of Modern Spiritualism, March 31, 1868. The world hath felt a quickening breath From Heaven’s eternal shore, And souls triumphant over Death Return to earth once more. For this we hold our jubilee, For this with joy we sing— “O Grave, where is thy victory? O Death, where is thy sting?” Our cypress wreaths are laid aside For amaranthine flowers, For Death’s cold wave does not divide The souls we love from ours. From pain, and death, and sorrow free, They join with us to sing— “O Grave, where is thy victory? O Death, where is thy sting? Immortal eyes look from above Upon our joys to-night, And souls immortal in their love In our glad songs unite. Across the waveless crystal sea The notes triumphant ring— “O Grave, where is thy victory? O Death, where is thy sting?” “Sweet spirits, welcome yet again!” With loving hearts we cry; And, “Peace on earth, good will to men,” The angel hosts reply. From doubt and fear, through truth made free, With faith triumphant sing— “O Grave, where is thy victory? O Death, where is thy sting?” |
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