Bright Easter skies, fair Easter skies

1 Bright Easter skies! Fair Easter skies!
Our Lord is risen, We, too, shall rise.
Nor walls of stone, hewn firm and cold,
Nor Roman soldiers, brave and bold;
Nor Satan's marshalled hosts could keep
The pierced hands in deathly sleep;
Just as the Easter day-beams dawn,
Our buried Lord is risen and gone.
Bright Easter skies! Fair Easter skies!
Our Lord is risen, We, too, shall rise.

2 Green Easter fields! Fair Easter fields!
Heaven's first ripe fruit, Death, conquer'd yields.
In church-yards wide the seed we sow,
Beneath the cross the wheat shall grow;
One Easter-Day death's reign shall end,
And golden sheaves shall heav'nward send.
Hail the blest morn, by whose glad light,
Angels shall reap the harvest white.
Bright Easter skies! Fair Easter skies!
Our Lord is risen, We, too, shall rise.

3 Sweet Easter flowers! White Easter flowers!
From Heaven descend Life-giving showers.
Each plant that bloomed at Eden's birth,
Shall blow again o'er ransomed earth.
Pluck lilies rare and roses sweet,
And strew the path of Jesus' feet.
Throw fragrant palms before our King,
And wreathe the crown the saved shall bring.
Bright Easter skies! Fair Easter skies!
Our Lord is risen, We, too, shall rise.

4 O Christian child! O Christian men!
Our Victor Lord, Shall come again.
Wake we our hearts at His command;
Lift we our love to His right hand.
With warmest hopes, to Easter skies,
Stretch we our arms, and fix our eyes:
Till in the clouds His sign we see,
And quick and dead shout "Jubilee!"
Bright Easter skies! Fair Easter skies!
Our Lord is risen, We, too, shall rise.

Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #367

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #9658