1 Blest Easter day, what joy is thine!
We praise, dear Lord, Thy Name divine,
For Thou hast triumphed o'er the tomb;
No more we need to dread its doom.
2 That tree, on which Thou offerdst up
Thy life, now bears the fruit of hope:
Thy precious blood for us is shed,
Now we may feed on heavenly bread.
3 We thank Thee, Jesus, that Thy hand
Has freed us from sin's galling band;
No more its thralldome we need fear;
The year of liberty is here.
4 O Jesus Christ, God's Son elect,
Our Paschal Lamb without defect,
To us Thou givest strength indeed,
In all our conflicts, all our need.
5 Through Thee we always shall prevail,
However hell may us assail,
Thou setst us free, Thy name to praise,
And leadst us into heavenly ways.
6 Oh, grant, that as Thou didst arise,
I, too, with joy, may heavenward rise,
First from my sin, to love Thy way,
Then from the grave, at the last day.
7 All praise to Thee who from death's might,
From carnal lust and sin's dark plight
Redeemest me, and show'st how I
May reach eternal life on high.
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First Line: | Blest Easter day, what joy is thine! |
Title: | Blest Easter day, what joy is thine! |
Publication Date: | 1909 |
Topic: | The Christian Festivals: Easter |
Notes: | Author from index: Petri |