O Happy, Holy Easter Morn

O hap­py

ho­ly East­er morn

What pro­mise lights thy ra­di­ant sky!

Earth hails again her hope new­born

And death is lost in vic­to­ry.

From heav­en­ly heights a glo­ry streams

Backward the mists of doubt are hurled

Sorrow and sin are base­less dreams:

A morn­ing fresh­ness holds the world.

O pro­mise sweet! O love­ly light!

O life that shall be­gin again

As spot­less as the li­lies white

Perfect and fair

with­out a stain!

Look up to Him whose love is sure

And with the new day’s blos­som­ing

Become as lit­tle child­ren pure

In God’s di­vine

im­mor­tal spring.