Now the Green Blade Rises

Now the green blade ris­es from the bur­ied grain

Wheat that in the dark earth ma­ny years has lain;

Love lives again

that with the dead has been:

Love is come again

like wheat that springs up green.

In the grave they laid Him

Love whom we had slain

Thinking that He’d nev­er wake to life again

Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps un­seen:

Love is come again

like wheat that springs up green.

Up He sprang at East­er

like the ris­en grain

He that for three days in the grave had lain;

Up from the dead my ris­en Lord is seen:

Love is come again

like wheat that springs up green.

When our hearts are sad­dened

griev­ing or in pain

By Your touch You call us back to life again;

Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:

Love is come again

like wheat that springs up green.