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The Easter Cross

This day no thorn crowned cross of pain

Author: M. B. C. Slade
Tune: [This day no thorn-crowned cross of pain]
Published in 3 hymnals

Representative Text

1 This day no thorn-crowned cross of pain
Must tell our hearts of Jesus, slain;
We take away the crown adorns.
Now, Sharon's rose the cross adorne.

2 I bring the soft, green leaves that say,
Earth has her resurrection day.
Their fresh, glad hues I now employ,
To wreathe the cross of pain with joy.

3 I bring the Paschall flower that blooms
When Spring's glad Easter morning comes,
The Pasque-flower breathes this low sweet strain,
"All things that die shall live again."

4 My flowers have hue like that sad tide,
That flowed from Jesus' wounded side;
We weep because he died, and then
Rejoice, that he hath risen again.

5 My flowers are white, but purer, far.
Was He, than snowy blossoms are;
Lord make our souls as white as Thine,
That we, above with Thee may shine.

6 My flowers are like the crown of gold,
That the Beloved did behold
Upon the risen brow that wore
The platted crown of thorns, before.

7 My flowers are of the lovely hue
That smiles in heavenly hights of blue,
Where seek the children's longing eyes,
The risen Lord, beyond the skies.

8 Around the cross glad flowers we spread,
For he hath risen from the dead!
He loved the children when below;
He loves them now, in Heaven we know.

9 Dear Lord, the shining angels said,
Seek not the living with the dead:
We wreathe the cross, our hearts we wreathe.
Our hearts, like flowers, sweet incense breathe;
While glad we sing this joyous strain.
He lived, He died, He rose again.

Source: Joyful Songs: a choice collection of new Sunday School music #155

Author: M. B. C. Slade

Mary Bridges Canady Slade USA 1826-1882. Born in Fall River, MA, she was well-educated and became a minister's wife, teacher, and poet. She was assistant editor of The New England Journal of Education. She also authored hymns, Sunday school materials and books on education, primarily used for training teachers. She authored a children's magazine, “Wide-awake”. She and her husband were active in the underground railroad (helping slaves achieve their freedom). She spent her whole life living in the same town. John Perry  Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: This day no thorn crowned cross of pain
Title: The Easter Cross
Author: M. B. C. Slade
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain

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Gospel Melodies #d172

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Joyful Songs #155

Song Treasury #d150

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