1 Easter lilies pure and lovely,
Rising from their cold, dark bed;
Tell a story sweet and tender:
Christ is risen from the dead.
"He is risen! He is risen!"
Says the pure white lily bell.
May we not the little children,
Of our loving Savior tell?
2 In its nest, each little birdie
Sings a carol, bright and gay;
For to all His tiny creatures,
Jesus brings new life today! [Refrain]
3 Sweeter than the Easter lilies,
And the songs the birdies sing
Are the little children’s praises
Unto Christ, their risen king! [Refrain]Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9722