1 Breaks the joyful Easter dawn,
Clearer yet and stronger;
Winter from the world has gone,
Death shall be no longer.

2 Far away good angels drive
Night and sin and sadness;
Earth awakes in smiles, alive
With her dear Lord’s gladness.

3 Roused by him from dreary hours,
Under snow-drifts chilly,—
In his hands he brings the flowers,
Brings the rose and lily.

4 Every little buried bud
Into life he raises;
Every wild flower of the wood
Chants the Dear Lord’s praises.