Hear the message from the leafy bough,
Robins sing, bluebells ring,
Ev'ry bud and blossom tells us now
Jesus rose triumphant o'er the grave.
Oh, seek the Lord, tho' in sorrow,
From the garden gladness borrow,
For after night, dawns the morrow,
He cometh forth to save.
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O,the happy springtime of the soul.
Shadows go, lilies blow.
Jesus makes the wounded spirit whole.
Love is blooming, singing in the heart.
For hope's bright morn is awaking,
Night is passing, day is breaking,
And Christ, His own ne'er forsaking,
Bids ev'ry fear depart.
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"Brighter are the Sunbeams"
Lyrics E.E.Hewitt
Music Fred C. Pullin