Easter Morning (Horton)

Across the sky and in the vales

A new­er life is dawn­ing;

So in our hearts we feel the glow

Of joy­ous East­er morn­ing.

For lo! be­neath the sun’s warm rays

The song birds forth are spring­ing.

Hear them call­ing

Hear them call­ing

In the bright blue sky.

’Tis life

fresh life

life ev­ery­where

A com­ing forth in glo­ry;

In ev­ery tongue the world re­peats

The re­sur­rect­ion sto­ry.

For all is life

there is no death

Each morn suc­ceeds a mid­night.

Hail the dawn­ing

Hail the dawn­ing

Of the East­er morn.

All praise to Him who from the earth

Calls forth the love­ly flow­er;

He plants with­in our hearts the hope

That blos­soms hour by hour.

All praise to God

whose love so great

Dispels the night of sad­ness.

Hear them call­ing

Hear them call­ing

Song birds of the spring.