Scripture Verse

Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit. John 12:24


Words: Al­ex­an­der Bur­gess, in The Par­ish Choir, Vol­ume 1, num­ber 36, page 143, March 1876 (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Charles L. Hut­chins).

Music: George W. Mars­ton (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Bur­gess or Mars­ton (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Bright Easter skies! Fair Easter skies!
Our Lord is risen; we, too, shall rise.
Nor walls of stone, hewn firm and cold,
Nor Roman soldiers, brave and bold;
Nor Satan’s marshaled hosts could keep
The piercèd hands in deathly sleep:
Just as the Easter day-beams dawn,
Our buried Lord is risen and gone.


Bright Easter skies! Fair Easter skies!
Our Lord is risen: We, too, shall rise.

Loud Easter bells! Rich Easter bells!
A ransomed world your chiming tells.
Let hills and rocks your gladness peal,
Behold the stone and broken seal!
Angels in white, from Heaven’s bright way,
The useless clothes together lay;
Then sit serene, at head and feet,
The earliest saints with joys to greet.


Green Easter fields! Fair Easter fields!
Heaven’s first ripe fruit, Death, conquered, yields.
In churchyards wide the seed we sow,
Beneath the cross the wheat shall grow;
One Easter day death’s reign shall end,
And golden sheaves shall heav’nward send.
Hail the blest morn, by whose glad light,
Angels shall reap the harvest white.


Sweet Easter flowers! White Easter flowers!
From Heaven descend, life giving showers.
Each plant that bloomed at Eden’s birth,
Shall blow again o’er ransomed earth.
Pluck lilies rare and roses sweet,
And strew the path of Jesus’ feet;
Throw fragrant palms before our king,
And wreathe the crown the saved shall bring.


O Christian child! O Christian men!
Our victor Lord shall come again.
Wake we our hearts at His command;
Lift we our love to His right hand;
With warmest hopes, to Easter skies,
Stretch we our arms, and fix our eyes;
Till in the clouds His sign we see,
And quick and dead shout, Jubilee!