Over the land in glo­ry
Breaketh the East­er morn.
Nature re­peat­eth her sto­ry—
Life out of death new­born.
Lo, the year’s at the spring,
Buds are blos­som­ing,
Earth and hea­vens sing;
Life is life for­ev­er, for­ev­er­more.

Listen, the birds are sing­ing,
Singing on East­er morn;
Bells in the stee­ples ring­ing
Welcome the fes­tal morn;
And the mes­sage they bear
On the ra­di­ant air,
Chides sor­row and fear,
Life is life for­ev­er, for­ev­er­more.

Skies of the spir­it bright­en,
Hopes like the birds re­turn;
Hearts with the pro­mise light­en—
Blessèd are they that mourn.
To each win­ter a spring
God will sure­ly bring,
And the heart shall sing,
Life is life for­ev­er, for­ev­er­more.