O Bells in the Steeple

1 O bells in the steeple,
Ring out to all people
That Christ has arisen,
that Jesus is here!
Touch heaven's blue ceiling
With your happy pealing;
O bells in the steeple,
Ring out full and clear.

2 O soft April showers,
Call out the young flowers,
Touch each little sleeper
And bid her obey;
Set daffodils blowing,
And fresh grasses growing,
To thrill the old world on
This glad Easter Day.

3 O violets tender,
Your shy tributes render;
Tie round your wet faces
your soft hoods of blue;
And carry your sweetness,
Your dainty completeness,
To some tired hand
That is longing for you.

4 O world bowed and broken
With anguish unspoken,
Take heart and be glad,
For the Lord is not dead!
On some bright tomorrow
Your black cloud of sorrow
Will break in a sweet rain of
Joy on your head.

Source: The Hymnal for Boys and Girls #176