The Buds Are Bursting on the Trees

The buds are burst­ing on the trees

The earth awakes again;

The birds are sing­ing out their glees

For Christ again doth reign.

Awake

and al­le­lu­ias sing!

For death is slain and Christ is king.

Awake

awake

and let the chor­us swell

With voice and harp and East­er bell.

Come

let us all sweet blos­soms bring

The ris­en Lord to greet

And make our hearts an of­fer­ing

And lay them at His feet.

No long­er death and hope­less gloom

Shall grieve our souls dis­tressed;

For Christ has trod­den

through the tomb

A path­way for the blest.