Glorious Resurrection

When the win­ter snow des­cend­ed

Children’s thoughts with rap­ture tend­ed

T’ward the birth­day of the Lord;

And through­out the Christ­mas fes­tal

Winter pure and snow of ves­tal

Pleasures rich did oft af­ford.

Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

Christ is ris­en to set us free.

But when spring comes soft­ly breath­ing

Melts the ice

and flow­ers wreath­ing

Garlands fair each bank and strand.

Then we sing

The Lord is ris­en

He has burst the roc­ky pri­son!

Easter car­ols fill the land.

So while chimes their songs are peal­ing

Sing we with de­vo­tion’s feel­ing

Yea

the Lord is ris’n in­deed!

We with Him shall rise

death scorn­ing

To an end­less East­er morn­ing!

Glorious re­sur­rect­ion creed.