That Eastertide with joy was
The sun shone out with fairer
When, to their longing eyes
The glad apostles saw their Lord.
He bade them see His hands, His
Where yet the glorious wounds
The tokens true which made it
Their Lord indeed was risen again.
Jesus, the King of gentleness,
Do Thou Thyself our hearts possess
That we may give Thee all our days
The tribute of our grateful
O Lord of all, with us abide
In this our joyful Eastertide;
From every weapon death can wield
Thine own redeemed forever shield.
All praise be Thine, O risen
From death to endless life
All praise to God the Father be
And Holy Ghost eternally.