Easter Day.
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But hark! the choirs of the wood,
Welcome the holy morn;
Sweet flowers of the new-born Spring,
Death's winter shroud adorn,
This Easter Day.
Welcome the holy morn;
Sweet flowers of the new-born Spring,
Death's winter shroud adorn,
This Easter Day.
Bring violets, infant smiles of Spring,
For 'tis our Church's day;
"Christ is risen," rise with Him,
And praise, as well as pray
On Easter Day.
For 'tis our Church's day;
"Christ is risen," rise with Him,
And praise, as well as pray
On Easter Day.
O Jesu! Saviour of my soul;
Dear Saviour, I would lay
Love's sweetest flower on Thy crown,
On this our Easter Day!
Dear Saviour, I would lay
Love's sweetest flower on Thy crown,
On this our Easter Day!
Bath, 1862.
