The Lord is risen! From out the garden tomb,
Set amid lilies' fair and fragrant bloom;
The Conquerer, triumphant from the dead,
Bright and serene, uplifts his royal head.
Scent of his garments' spicery and balm
Distills through all the garden. Pure and calm,
His loving glance, emerging from the tomb,
Rests on the lilies, hallowing all their bloom.
Glad shines the golden sun this summer day!
A healing beam gilds earth with brightest ray.
Amid the lilies Christ hath second birth;
A risen Lord is here revealed to earth.
First fruit of them that sleep! Oh mighty Lord!
Forever be thy holy name adored!
Hope of the world! Oh conquerer over death!
Shed o'er our souls the lilies' odorous breath;
That, with pure heart and spotless hand, we may
Lift up to thee our songs this festal day;
While in each heart, released fron sin's dark tomb,
The lily of thy holy love may bloom.
