"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.

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.

O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen read more

O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen be,
And in all hearts new-born!
That Pentecost when utterance clear
To all men shall be given,
When all shall say My Brother here,
And hear My Son in heaven!

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!

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?

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.

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.