1 All hail the gladsome Easter morn,
For which the springtime’s flow’rs are born;
Earth wears her gayest robes today,
And casts her Lenten garb away.
Ring out! Ring clear! Ring far and near,
Oh, bells in steeples high!
Ring in the dawn of Easter morn,
Beneath the springtime sky.

2 Bloom, lilies, on your slender stems
To crown the day like diadems,
And lifting up your petals white,
Make Easter altars glad and bright.
While ring so clear, from far and near,
The bells in steeple high,
And glad hearts raise their song of praise
Beneath the springtime’s sky.