Across the sky and in the vales
A new­er life is dawn­ing;
So in our hearts we feel the glow
Of joy­ous East­er morn­ing.
For lo! be­neath the sun’s warm rays
The song birds forth are spring­ing.
Hear them call­ing,
Hear them call­ing,
In the bright blue sky.

’Tis life, fresh life, life ev­ery­where,
A com­ing forth in glo­ry;
In ev­ery tongue the world re­peats
The re­sur­rect­ion sto­ry.
For all is life, there is no death,
Each morn suc­ceeds a mid­night.
Hail the dawn­ing,
Hail the dawn­ing,
Of the East­er morn.

All praise to Him who from the earth
Calls forth the love­ly flow­er;
He plants with­in our hearts the hope
That blos­soms hour by hour.
All praise to God, whose love so great
Dispels the night of sad­ness.
Hear them call­ing,
Hear them call­ing,
Song birds of the spring.