I was dead, but look—I am alive forever and ever. Revelation 1:18
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The Easter lilies shed their rich perfume,
And greet the morning of the resurrection;
So let our spirits sweetly bud and bloom,
And yield the off’ring of a pure affection.
We ring the bells of Eastertide!
We sing the praise of Him who died!
We hail the day when He arose,
Triumphant over all His foes.
Let happy children hail their risen Lord,
And infant voices softly sing His glory;
Let every Christian spread the heav’nly word,
And tell again the blessèd Easter story!
Today, ye bells, ring out a joyful chime,
With cheerful tones and merry notes of gladness;
And greet once more the happy Easter time,
And bid each mourning heart dispel its sadness.
O Lord of Life! on this bright Easter morn,
Accept the tribute of our adoration;
May life divine in every soul be born,
And rise from sin and death to full salvation.