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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!
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
The resurrection gives my life meaning and direction and the opportunity to start over no matter what my circumstances.
The resurrection gives my life meaning and direction and the opportunity to start over no matter what my circumstances.
Easter says you can put truth in a grave, but it won't stay there.
Easter says you can put truth in a grave, but it won't stay there.
See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last read more
See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices...
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.
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!"
Awake, thou wintry earth--
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
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Awake, thou wintry earth--
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Christ is risen.
The fasts are done; the Aves said;
The moon has filled her horn
And in the solemn read more
The fasts are done; the Aves said;
The moon has filled her horn
And in the solemn night I watch
Before the Easter morn.
So pure, so still the starry heaven,
So hushed the brooding air,
I could hear the sweep of an angel's wings
If one should earthward fare.