Bravely chime, O East­er bells,
From their sleep let all awak­en;
Christ is ris­en, loud it swells,
Death is van­quished, earth is shak­en!
Bravely from your bel­fry ring,
Christ is ris­en, Christ the King.

’Twas but yes­ter-eve He lay
In the gar­den, calm­ly sleep­ing,
’Twas but at the break of day
Faithful Ma­ry sought Him, weep­ing,
In the so­lemn gar­den ground,
Loving much, she sought and found.

Where the gold­en li­ly-heads
Heavy with the dews are bend­ing,
Where the frag­rant ce­dar spreads,
Who, along the path, is wend­ing?
Mary! ’twas the on­ly word—
Then she knew it was the Lord.

Tell, O bells of East­er tide,
How, from win­ter’s sleep awak­ing,
Earth hath laid her shroud aside:
Streams their icy bonds are break­ing,
Leaflets swell, and glad birds sing,
Thankful hymns to Hea­ven’s king.

Brightest buds and flow­ers to­day
Show the world that Christ is ris­en,
And by sym­bols teach the way
That we too shall burst our pri­son.
Loudly then the tid­ings ring,
Christ has con­quered, Christ is king.