When the win­ter snow des­cend­ed,
Children’s thoughts with rap­ture tend­ed
T’ward the birth­day of the Lord;
And through­out the Christ­mas fes­tal,
Winter pure and snow of ves­tal,
Pleasures rich did oft af­ford.

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Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!
Christ is ris­en to set us free.

But when spring comes soft­ly breath­ing,
Melts the ice, and flow­ers wreath­ing,
Garlands fair each bank and strand.
Then we sing, The Lord is ris­en,
He has burst the roc­ky pri­son!
Easter ca­rols fill the land.

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So while chimes their songs are peal­ing,
Sing we with de­vo­tion’s feel­ing,
Yea, the Lord is ris’n in­deed!
We with Him shall rise, death scorn­ing,
To an end­less East­er morn­ing!
Glorious re­sur­rect­ion creed.

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