Smile Praises, O Sky!

Smile prais­es

O sky

Soft breathe them

O air

Below

and on high

And ev­ery­where!

The black troop of storm clouds

Has scat­tered and fled

The Lord hath aris­en

The harmèd from the dead.

Arouse thee

O Spring;

Ye flow­ers

come forth;

With thou­sand hues tin­ting

The soft green earth;

Ye vio­lets ten­der

And sweet ros­es red

Sweep tides of rich mu­sic

The new world along

And pour in full mea­sure

Sweet voic­es

your song.

Sing

sing

for He liv­eth

He lives as He said;

Clap

clap your hands

mount­ains

Ye val­leys

re­sound;

Leap

leap for joy

fount­ains

Ye hills

catch the sound;

All tri­umph! He liv­eth!

He lives as He said;

The Lord hath aris­en

Unharmèd from the dead.