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See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last read more
See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices...
Awake, thou wintry earth--
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your read more
Awake, thou wintry earth--
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Christ is risen.
Easter is the demonstration of God that life is essentially spiritual and timeless.
Easter is the demonstration of God that life is essentially spiritual and timeless.
The fasts are done; the Aves said;
The moon has filled her horn
And in the solemn read more
The fasts are done; the Aves said;
The moon has filled her horn
And in the solemn night I watch
Before the Easter morn.
So pure, so still the starry heaven,
So hushed the brooding air,
I could hear the sweep of an angel's wings
If one should earthward fare.
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
The resurrection gives my life meaning and direction and the opportunity to start over no matter what my circumstances.
The resurrection gives my life meaning and direction and the opportunity to start over no matter what my circumstances.
In the bonds of Death He lay
Who for our offence was slain;
But the Lord is read more
In the bonds of Death He lay
Who for our offence was slain;
But the Lord is risen to-day,
Christ hath brought us life again,
Wherefore let us all rejoice,
Singing loud, with cheerful voice,
Hallelujah!
Hail, Day of days! in peals of praise
Throughout all ages owned,
When Christ, our God, hell's read more
Hail, Day of days! in peals of praise
Throughout all ages owned,
When Christ, our God, hell's empire trod,
And high o'er heaven was throned.
I think of the garden after the rain;
And hope to my heart comes singing,
"At morn read more
I think of the garden after the rain;
And hope to my heart comes singing,
"At morn the cherry-blooms will be white,
And the Easter bells be ringing!"