The Cyber Hymnal ‎#16558

16558. Past Is Lenten Sadness

1 Past is Lent­en sad­ness,
Past the time to weep;
All the earth is wak­ing
From her win­ter sleep.
In this hap­py spring­tide,
Sweet the birds that sing;
Sweeter child­ren’s voic­es,
Praising Christ the King.

2 To the cross of Je­sus
Late did we r­epair;
All those sins la­ment­ing
Which had nailed Him there;
To the grave with Ma­ry,
Hasten we this morn,
Where our Lord was rest­ing,
Till the ear­ly dawn.

3 Yes, He rose vic­tor­ious,
Over death and sin;
We must rise and con­quer
All that’s wrong with­in;
We must rise each morn­ing,
With our sins for­giv’n,
Rising with our Sav­ior,
Daily near­er Heav’n.

4 Then, when life is end­ed,
And our work is done,
All the rough road tra­veled,
All the vic­tory won,
We shall rise in glo­ry,
With our ris­en Lord,
Who, with God the Fa­ther
And the Spir’t ad­ored.

Text Information

• First Line: Past is Lent­en sad­ness
• Title: Past Is Lenten Sadness
• Author: Anonymous
• Meter: 65.65 D
• Language: English
• Source: The Sunday School Chorister (Milwaukee: The Young Churchman Company, 1891)
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: VAUCLUSE
• Composer: John Frederick Bridge (1891)
• Meter: 65.65 D
• Key: C Major