Christ Is Risen (Root)

The world puts on its robe of spring

To greet the new­ly ris­en Lord;

Fair for­est flow­ers and li­lies fling

Their sweets up­on the gras­sy sward.

O

fair and rare

they fit­ly say

That Christ

our Lord

is ris­en to­day;

O

fair and rare

they fit­ly say

That Christ

our Lord

is ris­en to­day;

Take jas­mine pure and ros­es white

Wreathe aisle and al­tar with their snow;

Fill all the day with bloom and light

And make a heav­en here be­low.

O ris­en Sav­ior

ho­ly Lord!

Thy glo­ri­ous life we now be­hold;

In ev­ery heart be Thou ad­ored

While in our hymns Thy praise is told.