Easter-Tide

Brightest sunshine, sweetest flowers,
Welcome in the Easter-tide;
What a blessed work is ours
Lifting up The Crucified:
Pointing to the rock fresh riven,
To the grave-clothes cast aside,
Grand the proof that Christ has given,
He is living though He died.

Brightest sunshine, sweetest flowers,
Gracious gifts of Easter-tide
What a joyful work is ours
Lifting up The Crucified;
Showing Him as in a vision,
Stand triumphant o’er the grave:
From the sepulchre’s cold prison
He is risen, He will save.