EASTER.
Twice from Judea's sunset skies
The shades of darkness crept,
To hide from Mary's weeping eyes
The place where Jesus slept.
Gathered the gloom of grief and pain
The sorrowing earth above,
Since Christ on Calvary's Mount was slain
And Death had conquered Love.
The shades of darkness crept,
To hide from Mary's weeping eyes
The place where Jesus slept.
Gathered the gloom of grief and pain
The sorrowing earth above,
Since Christ on Calvary's Mount was slain
And Death had conquered Love.
But when the dawning blushed once more
Across the brow of Night,
What glory all unknown before
Flashed with its golden light;
What sudden joy, what sweet amaze,
Made eloquent its breath?
T' was Earth which sang its Maker's praise,
For Love had conquered Death!
Across the brow of Night,
What glory all unknown before
Flashed with its golden light;
What sudden joy, what sweet amaze,
Made eloquent its breath?
T' was Earth which sang its Maker's praise,
For Love had conquered Death!
O Power supreme! O Love divine,
Who stooped from heavenly bliss,
From that sweet world where all was Thine,
To taste the woe of this!
Who stooped from heavenly bliss,
From that sweet world where all was Thine,
To taste the woe of this!
