O sad, sad soul, fling wide your doors,
And make your win­dows cur­tain­less;
Strew od­ors on your si­lent floors,
And all your walls with li­lies dress!

Throw op­en ev­ery som­ber place;
Roll every hin­der­ing stone away;
Let East­er sun­shine gild your face,
And bless you with its warmth to­day!

Let friends re­new each by­gone hour;
Let child­ren fling the world a kiss;
And ev­ery hand tie in some flow­er,
To crown a day so good as this!

And whe­ther skies are sad or clear,
We’ll give the day to joy and song;
For since the Christ is sure­ly here,
All things are right, and naught is wrong!