Long ago on East­er day,
As the morn was break­ing,
Where the bur­ied Sav­ior lay,
Friends whose hearts were ach­ing
Came with spic­es rich and rare,
Brought for love’s adorn­ing,
And they met their Sav­ior there,
On that East­er morn­ing!

Angels moved the stone and said,
This is not His pri­son;
Seek Him not among the dead,
For your Lord is ris­en!
Then the green-clad, spring-freed earth
Sang to Heav’n its sto­ry,
Glorious as the songs at birth
Of His ris­en glo­ry!

Here we come this East­er day,
Our dear Sav­ior meet­ing;
Meet us, Je­sus, in the way,
With Thine East­er greet­ing.
Not with spic­es, but with song
Voicing glad en­deav­or,
Come we hail­ing Him who rose,
And who lives for­ev­er!