NARRATION (Man)
The same day at evening, many of the disciples were gathered. As they
Communed together, though the doors were shut, Jesus himself stood in the
Midst of them, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you. But they were
Afraid, and supposed that they had seen a spirit. And he said unto them,
Why are ye troubled? and why do thoughts arise in your hearts? Behold my
Hands and my feet, that it is I myself: handle me, and see. And when he had
So said, he showed unto them his hands and his side. Then were the
Disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.

CHOIR
Jesus, my Savior, Lord, and King,
What greater name could e'er I sing?
What greater joy than from Thee I know?
What greater debt than mine to owe?
O how my words in vain impart
What glows within my grateful heart.
No tongue could ever right declare
What tender love is written there.
Ten thousand gifts could I employ
To show my praise, my thanks, my joy!
All of my life, yea, all my days,
Still not enough to sing Thy praise.
Ever I'll sing Thy praise.