The Easter Praises may falter,
And die with the Easter Day;
The blossoms that brighten the altar
In sweetness may fade away.
But after the silence and fading,
There lingers, untold and unpriced.
Above all changing and fading,
The Love of the living Christ.
For the living Christ is loving,
And the loving Christ is alive!
His Life, hidden in us, is moving
Us ever to pray and strive.
Alas! that e'er in our striving
We labor like "spirits in prison,"
Forgetting that Jesus is living,
Forgetting the Saviour is risen.
