A Rhyme, a Rhyme for Easter Time

A rhyme

a rhyme

for East­er time

Come sing with mirth and glee;

Come youth and age

with sire and sage

And join in har­mo­ny!

For Christ hath burst His pri­son gate

Whose bars be­fore Him fell

Aloft He fares

and with Him bears

The keys of Death and Hell!

No pow­ers of night can keep His soul

Its pri­son bournes with­in;

Corruption foul can ne’er con­trol

His form un­stained by sin.

His three days o’er

He comes once more

To tread the hal­lowed sod

By Si­on’s gate

where hell­ish hate

Had slain the Son of God.

And so

through Him who con­quered Death

May we

too

up­ward press

From death of sin sweet life to win

Of truth and ho­li­ness!

And

like the saints re­turn­ing home

With Christ

we pray that we

May to God’s holy ci­ty come

And true Mount Si­on see!