O Holy Church, but Yester-Night

O Ho­ly Church

but yes­ter­night

In dust thy robes were trail­ing

The dew was hea­vy on thy head

And thou thy Lord be­wail­ing;

O Ho­ly Church

the gates are burst

The seal could hold no long­er;

The clos­ing stone was ada­mant

The God in­side was strong­er.

O Ho­ly Church

this East­er morn

Thy rich­est ban­quet spread

Thy ris­en Lord

a-hun­gered comes

To bless and share thy bread;

O Ho­ly Church

the Lord is here

Let him re­pent who hear­eth

Arise and shine

thy light is come

Thy glo­ry now ap­pear­eth.

O Ho­ly Church

dear bride of Christ

With flow­ers be­deck thine al­tar

Array thy courts in ev­er­greens

Intone thy rich­est psalt­er;

O mo­ther dear

who all thy Lord’s

Rare grac­es dost in­her­it

Now bid the loud Ter Sanc­tus rise

To Fa­ther

Son

and Spir­it.