Now the World New Pleasures Finds

Now the world new plea­sures finds;

Hastes its vo­tive sweets to pay;

All its win­try shroud un­winds

Casts grave-clothes and night away.

Wakes to see its Sav­ior rise

Wakes on earth and in the skies;

Keeps His Pas­chal ho­ly day.

Nimbly glide the duc­tile fires;

Rolls the light its tid­al joys;

Ocean’s ax­les smooth their tires;

The world purg­es all al­loys:

Clouds as­cend the high­est blue

Weights their low­est depths pur­sue

Earth up­holds its eq­ui­poise.

Heav’n it­self

now more se­rene

Tempers all its breez­es keen;

Brightly smiles the wa­ters’ sheen:

And vales

ter­raced high in flow­ers

All their drought with stream­lets flush

Pearl their dew with sun­light’s gush;

Spring leads on his joy­ous hours.

Now the prince of all the world

Winter’s icy flag has furled;

Downward all his might is hurled;

The ty­rant of all man­kind

When he sought the spot­less soul

Of the Sav­ior to con­trol

Cast his king­dom to the wind.

Life has tri­umphed ov­er death;

Sinking to the hell be­neath

Man re­cov­ers liv­ing breath;

And op­ens his eyes to see

All the joys of para­dise;

For the cher­ub’s flam­ing sword

Turns but one way—to the Lord.