Brighter are the sun­beams on this day,
O re­joice, heart and voice!
Sweeter buds un­fold­ing by the way,
Telling of the quick’n­ing life of spring;
Bright sun­beams tell out the sto­ry
Of the East­er joy and glo­ry,
And win­ter’s gone—cold and hoa­ry,
All hail our vic­tor king.

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Hallelujah to our vic­tor king!
Go your way, an­gels say;
Over hill and val­ley, tid­ings bring;
The Sav­ior lives for us today.

Hear the mes­sage from the leafy bough;
Robins sing, blue­bells ring;
Every bud and blos­som tells us now
Jesus rose tri­um­phant o’er the grave;
Oh, seek the Lord, though in sor­row,
From the gar­den glad­ness bor­row,
For af­ter night dawns the mor­row;
He com­eth forth to save.

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O, the hap­py spring­time of the soul;
Shadows go, li­lies blow;
Jesus makes the wound­ed Spi­rit whole;
Love is bloom­ing, sing­ing in the heart;
For hope’s bright morn is awak­ing,
Night is pass­ing, day is break­ing,
And Christ, His own ne’er for­sak­ing,
Bids ev­ery fear de­part.

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