The World Itself Keeps Easter Day

The world it­self keeps East­er Day

And East­er larks are sing­ing;

And East­er flow’rs are bloom­ing gay

And East­er buds are spring­ing.

The Lord of all things lives anew

And all His works are ris­ing

too.

Alleluia! Al­le­luia! Al­le­lu­ia!

There stood three Ma­rys by the tomb

On East­er morn­ing ear­ly

When day had scarce­ly chased the gloom

And dew was white and pear­ly.

With lov­ing

but with err­ing mind

They come

the Prince of life to find.

But ear­li­er still the an­gel sped

The news of com­fort giv­ing;

And Why

he said

among the dead

Thus seek ye for the liv­ing?

Go

tell them all

and make them blest;

Tell Pe­ter first

and then the rest.

The world it­self keeps East­er day

And East­er larks are sing­ing

And East­er flow’rs are bloom­ing gay

And East­er buds are spring­ing.

The Lord hath ris’n

as all things tell;

Good Christ­ians

see ye rise as well.