1 Awake, little flowers, asleep in the snows, For this is the morning when Jesus arose, When Jesus arose.
2 Each lily He loved in the meadows of old, Will welcome the Master with blossoms of gold, With blossoms of gold.
3 Messiah is living, the Cherubims say, Shine forth in your beauty to greet Him today, To greet Him today.Source: Hymns and Carols #17