Brighter Are the Sunbeams

Brighter are the sun­beams on this day

O re­joice

heart and voice!

Sweeter buds un­fold­ing by the way

Telling of the quick’n­ing life of spring;

Bright sun­beams tell out the sto­ry

Of the East­er joy and glo­ry

And win­ter’s gone—cold and hoa­ry

All hail our vic­tor king.

Hallelujah to our vic­tor king!

Go your way

an­gels say;

Over hill and val­ley

tid­ings bring;

The Sav­ior lives for us to­day.

Hear the mes­sage from the leafy bough;

Robins sing

blue­bells ring;

Every bud and blos­som tells us now

Jesus rose tri­umph­ant o’er the grave;

Oh

seek the Lord

though in sor­row

From the gar­den glad­ness bor­row

For af­ter night dawns the mor­row;

He com­eth forth to save.

O

the hap­py spring­time of the soul;

Shadows go

li­lies blow;

Jesus makes the wound­ed spir­it whole;

Love is bloom­ing

sing­ing in the heart;

For hope’s bright morn is awak­ing

Night is pass­ing

day is break­ing

And Christ

His own ne’er for­sak­ing

Bids ev­ery fear de­part.