Poems (Waldenburg)/Easter Song
EASTER SONG.
O rejoice thee now, my soul,
For thy mourning days are o'er;
Back the heavy stone doth roll
From the sepulchre's dread door.
For thy mourning days are o'er;
Back the heavy stone doth roll
From the sepulchre's dread door.
Lo! Thy Lord again doth rise,
And thou shalt from sin be free;
He endured death's mysteries
That He thus might ransom thee.
And thou shalt from sin be free;
He endured death's mysteries
That He thus might ransom thee.
Brightly breaks the golden morn
With its promise and its word;
Soul, arise thee with its dawn
And mount upward to thy Lord.
With its promise and its word;
Soul, arise thee with its dawn
And mount upward to thy Lord.