This beloved hymn we’ve enjoyed through the years, especially at Easter, was written in 1933 by

Alfred Henry Ackley (1887 – 1960), a Presbyterian minister.  He was born in Spring Hill, Pennsylvania, and studied music at the Royal Academy of Music in London.

 

While Ackley was holding an evangelistic meeting, he tried to explain to a young man that Jesus was not dead, but alive.  Later as he was preparing his Easter sermon, he heard a liberal pastor on the radio say it didn’t matter if Christ was risen or not.  Being extremely upset about the words of this pastor prompted a discussion with his wife who suggested he do something about it.

 

Since he was a talented musician, Mrs. Ackley suggested he write a song declaring the truth that Jesus is indeed risen and alive forevermore.  After reading again from Luke 24 Pastor Ackley wrote the words to this song and also the music.

 

All across America people are trying to remove God from our schools and public buildings.  It’s urgent we take a stand and share the good news that He Lives.  Because He Lives we have a Hope.

 

At a very young age I recall my mother, who was a pianist and organist at our small church, practicing many songs for the Easter service.  I’m thankful she shared this wonderful message with me.  Who will you tell that Jesus Lives?  HE IS RISEN INDEED!

And He said, “Yes, it was written long ago that the messiah must suffer and die and rise again from the dead on the third day; and that this message of salvation should be taken from Jerusalem to all the nations: There is forgiveness of sins for all who turn to me.” (Luke 24: 46-47)

 

He Lives

 

I serve a risen Savior; He’s in the world today.

I know that He is living, whatever men may say.

I see His hand of mercy; I hear His voice of cheer;

And just the time I need Him, He’s always near,

 

He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!

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.

 

In all the world around me, I see His loving care;

And tho’ my heart grows weary, I never will despair.

I know that He is leading, Thro’ all the stormy blast,

The day of His appearing will come at last.

 

Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian; Lift up your voice and sing.

Eternal Hallelujahs to Jesus Christ, the King!

The Hope of all who seek Him, The Help of all who find,

None other is so loving, So good and kind.