EASTER MORN.


 


'TIS Easter morn! No more the world


Lies hushed in silent gloom;


No more the sepulchre's dread walls


The living Lord entomb;


Rejoice! The stone is rolled away;


The Lord is risenā€”'t is Easter day!


O lilies! Ope your fairest buds


To greet this gracious morn;


And roses, in your crimson hearts


Be sweetest odors born,


To rise and float upon the air,


Like sighs that saints have breathed in prayer.


O sorrowing soul! That long hast kept


Thy weary watch with sin,


Throw wide thy darkened doors today,


And let the sunshine in;ā€”


Be sad no more; lift up thine eye!


The Lord is risen; he reigns on high!


The Lord is risen! O earth, rejoice!


Thy myriad voices raise,


Till heaven's blue arches ring again


With songs of solemn praise;


And far resounds the exultant cry,


"The Lord is risen; He reigns on high!"


 


 


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