O Holy Church, but yester-night

1 O Holy Church, but yester-night
In dust thy robes were trailing,
The dew was heavy on thy head,
And thou thy Lord bewailing;
O Holy Church, the gates are burst,
The seal could hold no longer;
The closing stone was adamant,
The God inside was stronger.

2 O Holy Church, this Easter morn,
Thy richest banquet spread,
Thy risen Lord, a-hungered comes
To bless and share thy bread;
O Holy Church, the Lord is here,
Let him repent who heareth,
"Arise and shine," thy light is come,
Thy glory now appeareth.

3 O Holy Church, dear bride of Christ,
With flowers bedeck thine altar,
Array thy courts in evergreens,
Intone thy richest psalter;
O mother dear, who all thy Lord’s
Rare graces dost inherit,
Now bid the loud Ter Sanctus rise,
To Father, Son, and Spirit.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #15638

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