  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. |
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