Breaks the joy­ful East­er dawn,
Clearer yet and strong­er;
Winter from the world has gone,
Death shall be no long­er!
Far away good an­gels drive
Night and sin and sad­ness;
Earth awakes in smiles, alive
With her dear Lord’s glad­ness.

Roused by Him from drea­ry hours,
Under snow­drifts chil­ly—
In His hands He brings the flow­ers,
Brings the rose and li­ly.
Every lit­tle bur­ied bud
Into life He rais­es;
Every wild­flow­er of the wood
Chants the dear Lord’s prais­es.

Open, hap­py flow­ers of spring,
For the Sun has ris­en!
Through the sky glad voic­es ring,
Calling you from pri­son.
Little child­ren dear, look up!
Toward His bright­ness press­ing,
Lift up ev­ery heart, a cup
For the dear Lord’s bless­ing.