The winter past, reviving flowers
Anew shall paint the plain;
The woods shall hear the voice of spring,
And flourish green again.

Shall man depart this earthly scene,
Ah, never to return!
No second spring of life revive
The ashes of the urn!

Shall life revisit dying worms,
And spread the insect's wing;
And oh! shall man awake no more,
The Saviour's name to sing?

Cease, all ye vain desponding fears;
When Christ from darkness sprang,
Death, the last foe, was captive led,
And heaven with praises rang.

The trump shall sound; the gates of death
Shall make his children way;
From the cold tomb the slumb'rers spring,
And shine in endless day.