I think of the garden after the rain;
And hope to my heart comes singing,
"At morn read more

I think of the garden after the rain;
And hope to my heart comes singing,
"At morn the cherry-blooms will be white,
And the Easter bells be ringing!"

"Christ the Lord is risen to-day,"
Sons of men and angels say.
Raise your joys and triumphs read more

"Christ the Lord is risen to-day,"
Sons of men and angels say.
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.

Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life.

Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life.

Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him longer;
Death is strong, but Life is stronger;
Stronger than the read more

Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him longer;
Death is strong, but Life is stronger;
Stronger than the dark, the light;
Stronger than the wrong, the right;
Faith and Hope triumphant say
Christ will rise on Easter Day.

Jesus Christ is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day;
Who did once upon the cross
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Jesus Christ is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day;
Who did once upon the cross
Suffer to redeem our loss.
Hallelujah!

In the bonds of Death He lay
Who for our offence was slain;
But the Lord is read more

In the bonds of Death He lay
Who for our offence was slain;
But the Lord is risen to-day,
Christ hath brought us life again,
Wherefore let us all rejoice,
Singing loud, with cheerful voice,
Hallelujah!

God expects from men something more than at such times, and that
it were much to be wished for read more

God expects from men something more than at such times, and that
it were much to be wished for the credit of their religion as
well as the satisfaction of their conscience that their Easter
devotions would in some measure come up to their Easter dress.

Spring bursts to-day,
For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play.

Spring bursts to-day,
For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play.

Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts,
How sang the angelic choir that day,
When from read more

Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts,
How sang the angelic choir that day,
When from his tomb the imprisoned God,
Like the strong sunrise, broke away?