Easter – Up from the Grave He Arose!

A tranquil place to contemplate the meaning of Easter is the famed Graceland Cemetery in Chicago. Opened in 1860, it consists of 119 acres of  “pastoral landscape” in the heart of the north side. Graceland is the final resting place for both ordinary and prominent citizens, including Cyrus McCormick, inventor of the reaper, and George Pullman, inventor of the sleeping car.

The beautiful grounds include a chapel and a small body of water–Lake Willowmere. They are an attraction for both residents and tourists. The cemetery even has special rules governing tour buses.

Find yourself a quiet space and walk along with my husband and me as we roamed yesterday through this hushed historic spot, scented with fresh grass and blossoming trees. While you imagine that you’re roaming with us, allow your heart and mind to meander to the true meaning of Easter.

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And now I  invite you to recite (or sing if you know it) this poem by Robert Wadsworth Lowry:

Low in the Grave He Lay

Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior,
Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph over His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus my Savior;
Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph over His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Death cannot keep its Prey, Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph over His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Robert Wadsworth Lowry (1826-1899)