Sing, men and angels, sing

1 Sing, men and angels, sing,
For God our Life and King
Has given us light and spring
And morning breaking.
Now may man's soul arise
As kinsman to the skies,
And God unseals his eyes
To an awaking.

2 Sing, creatures, sing; the dust
That lives by lure and lust
Is kindled my the thrust
Of life undying;
This hope our Master bare
Has made all fortunes fair,
And man can on and dare,
His death defying.

3 After the winter snows
A wind of healing blows,
And thorns put forth a rose
And lilies cheer us;
Life's everlasting spring
Hath robbed death of his sting,
Henceforth a cry can bring
Our Master near us.

Source: Service Book and Hymnal of the Lutheran Church in America #97