Past Is Lenten Sadness

Past is Lent­en sad­ness

Past the time to weep;

All the earth is wak­ing

From her win­ter sleep.

In this hap­py spring­tide

Sweet the birds that sing;

Sweeter child­ren’s voic­es

Praising Christ the King.

To the cross of Je­sus

Late did we r­epair;

All those sins la­ment­ing

Which had nailed Him there;

To the grave with Ma­ry

Hasten we this morn

Where our Lord was rest­ing

Till the ear­ly dawn.

Yes

He rose vic­tor­ious

Over death and sin;

We must rise and con­quer

All that’s wrong with­in;

We must rise each morn­ing

With our sins for­giv’n

Rising with our Sav­ior

Daily near­er Heav’n.

Then

when life is end­ed

And our work is done

All the rough road tra­veled

All the vic­to­ry won

We shall rise in glo­ry

With our ris­en Lord

Who

with God the Fa­ther

And the Spir’t ad­ored.