Bright East­er skies! Fair East­er skies!
Our Lord is ris­en; we, too, shall rise.
Nor walls of stone, hewn firm and cold,
Nor Ro­man sol­diers, brave and bold;
Nor Sa­tan’s mar­shaled hosts could keep
The pierc­èd hands in death­ly sleep:
Just as the East­er day-beams dawn,
Our bur­ied Lord is ris­en and gone.

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Bright East­er skies! Fair East­er skies!
Our Lord is ris­en: We, too, shall rise.

Loud East­er bells! Rich East­er bells!
A ran­somed world your chim­ing tells.
Let hills and rocks your glad­ness peal,
Behold the stone and brok­en seal!
Angels in white, from Hea­ven’s bright way,
The use­less clothes to­ge­ther lay;
Then sit se­rene, at head and feet,
The ear­li­est saints with joys to greet.

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Green East­er fields! Fair East­er fields!
Heaven’s first ripe fruit, Death, con­quered, yields.
In church­yards wide the seed we sow,
Beneath the cross the wheat shall grow;
One East­er day death’s reign shall end,
And gold­en sheaves shall heav’n­ward send.
Hail the blest morn, by whose glad light,
Angels shall reap the har­vest white.

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Sweet East­er flow­ers! White East­er flow­ers!
From Hea­ven des­cend, life giv­ing show­ers.
Each plant that bloomed at Ed­en’s birth,
Shall blow again o’er ran­somed earth.
Pluck li­lies rare and roses sweet,
And strew the path of Je­sus’ feet;
Throw frag­rant palms be­fore our king,
And wreathe the crown the saved shall bring.

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O Chris­tian child! O Chris­tian men!
Our vic­tor Lord shall come again.
Wake we our hearts at His com­mand;
Lift we our love to His right hand;
With warm­est hopes, to East­er skies,
Stretch we our arms, and fix our eyes;
Till in the clouds His sign we see,
And quick and dead shout, Ju­bi­lee!

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