The win­ter’s sleep was long and deep,
But earth is awak­ened and gay;
For the life ne’er dies that from God doth rise,
And the green comes af­ter the grey.

So God doth bring the world to spring;
And on this h­oly day
Doth the Church pro­claim her apos­tles’ fame,
To wel­come the first of May.

Two saints of God went by the road
That lead­eth on to light;
And they gave up all at their mas­ter’s call,
To work in their mas­ter’s sight.

Would Phi­lip’s mind the Fa­ther find?
Lo, he hath found the Way;
For to know the Son is to know the One
Whom the earth and the hea­vens ob­ey.

And James, ’twas thine by grace di­vine
To preach the Chris­tian life,
Where our faith is shown by our works alone,
And love ov­er­com­eth strife.

Lord, grant that we may breth­ren be—
As Chris­tians live in deed;
For it is but so we can learn to know
The truth that to Thee doth lead.