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