How in the Flowery Spring

How in the flow­ery spring

my God

The buds of pro­mise ope

And blos­som o’er life’s thor­ny road

To cheer the Christ­ian’s hope!

Like them ex­ult­ing from the tomb

We

too

re­vived shall rise

And flour­ish in im­mor­tal bloom

In Ed­ens of the skies.

What though in pen­sive au­tumn’s wane

Earth’s sere grown glo­ries fall

And sleep through win­ter’s dull do­main

When death is writ on all;

Exulting

in the break­ing year

The li­ly doth un­close

And dai­sies o’er the waste ap­pear

And ros­es from the snows.

So then to dust

our dust shall turn

So too shall rise and sing

When falls up­on the moul­dered urn

The joy­ous dew of spring;

The God that rears the ten­der flow­ers

And breathes to life their dust

From cold­est grave will quick­en ours

And new-cre­ate the just.