O happy
holy Easter morn
What promise lights thy radiant sky!
Earth hails again her hope newborn
And death is lost in victory.
From heavenly heights a glory streams
Backward the mists of doubt are hurled
Sorrow and sin are baseless dreams:
A morning freshness holds the world.
O promise sweet! O lovely light!
O life that shall begin again
As spotless as the lilies white
Perfect and fair
without a stain!
Look up to Him whose love is sure
And with the new day’s blossoming
Become as little children pure
In God’s divine
immortal spring.