Christ is risen! Lift the song
Of our Easter gladness;
With the bright triumphant throng
Cast away all sadness,
Springtide flowers tell us how
We must leave the sighing,
As we pass the sorrow now
Of our earthly dying.
Lo, the Marys in the gloom
Weeping, bowed with sorrow,
Little dreaming at the Tomb
What their joy tomorrow-
Whom they sought the Lord they found
Now no more in sadness;
Where did woe and grief abound
There He brought the gladness!
Lo, that eve in sorrow went
Two disciples walking,
All their mind on Jesus bent,
Of His Passion talking-
Till a Stranger on the road
To those hearts now burning,
Told of suffering here for God
Into Glory turning!
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