Oh, the dawn of Truth is bringing
Clearer vision every day;
And the flowers of God are springing
All along the upward way.
Every evening brings its morning,
Every morn a broader view,
On the glad, ascending pathway
Of creation, ever new.
"Dust thou art"? Oh, mortal, dreaming
Cease. Awake! He is not here.
Christ is risen! Truth, not seeming,
Is, since God is All, and near.
Robed in praise, the seamless garment,
Weight of earth all cast away,
Shod with peace, the path grows brighter,
Brighter still, till perfect day.
Oh, ye winds of Easter morning,
Blowing from the hills of God,
Bring us Spirit's inspiration
From the heights our Master trod,
Till, like voice of many waters,
Morning stars, in chorus strong,
With the sons of God, uniting,
Shout Love's resurrection song.
