To all the Odds and the dissidents, the NBCs, bears, and Ilk, and to all our mostly normal (mostly…) cater-cousins who view us with loving amusement, I give you, O wise: Easter filk!
Your tune is the hottest number from our favorite 18th century hepcat, The Symphony Number 9 in D minor, Opus 125. The lyrics are from 1865 and 1984 filk-singers respectively.
Hearts to heav’n and voices raise;
sing to God a hymn of gladness,
sing to God a hymn of praise:
He who on the cross a victim
for the world’s salvation bled—
Jesus Christ, the King of Glory,
now is risen from the dead.
Alleluia, Christ is risen!
Death at last has met defeat:
see the ancient pow’rs of evil
in confusion and retreat;
once He died, and once was buried:
now He lives forevermore,
Jesus Christ, the world’s Redeemer,
whom we worship and adore.
Happy Easter, everyone!
Jesus rose up this morning…and he took my mom with him. Thanks for this beautiful picture.
A blessed sorrow, for your mom to be in bliss; even as as we who remain bound in time cannot but miss them sorely. May the Comforter be with you and all who loved her.