The world it­self keeps East­er Day,
And East­er larks are sing­ing;
And East­er flow’rs are bloom­ing gay,
And East­er buds are spring­ing.
The Lord of all things lives anew,
And all His works are ris­ing, too.

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Alleluia! Al­le­luia! Al­le­lu­ia!

There stood three Ma­rys by the tomb,
On East­er morn­ing early,
When day had scarce­ly chased the gloom,
And dew was white and pear­ly.
With lov­ing, but with err­ing mind,
They come, the Prince of life to find.

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But ear­li­er still the an­gel sped,
The news of com­fort giv­ing;
And Why, he said, among the dead,
Thus seek ye for the liv­ing?
Go, tell them all, and make them blest;
Tell Pe­ter first, and then the rest.

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The world it­self keeps East­er day,
And East­er larks are sing­ing,
And East­er flow’rs are bloom­ing gay,
And East­er buds are spring­ing.
The Lord hath ris’n, as all things tell;
Good Chris­tians, see ye rise as well.

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