Easter Bells
Poet: Margaret Elizabeth Munson SangsterChime, solemn bells of Easter!
The shadows flee away,
And all the earth is smiling
In the glory of the day.
Ring, tender bells of Easter!
Beyond our toil and tears.
There wait for all the faithful
Heaven’s long and happy years.
Break, joyous bells of Easter!
From far across the sea
Bring us the endless music
Of immortality.
Triumphant bells of Easter!
Again by angels rung,
Speak comfort to the sorrowing
Of every land and tongue.
Blend, golden bells of Easter!
Heaven's fairest and its best,
To hush earth's clamorous discords
And soothe earth’s sad unrest.
Church Bells Ring
Poet: UnknownLet the merry church-bells ring:
Hence with tears and sighing:
Frost and cold have fled from spring;
Life hath conquered dying;
Flowers are smiling, fields are gay,
Sunny is the weather:
With our risen Lord to-day
All things rise together.
Let the birds sing out again
From their leafy chapel,
Praising Him with whom in vain
Sin hath sought to grapple.
Sounds of joy come loud and clear
As the breezes flutter:
"He arose, and is not here,"
Is the strain they utter.
Let the past of grief be past:
This our comfort giveth, -
He was slain on Friday last,
But to-day He liveth:
Mourning hearts must needs be gay
Out of sorrow's prison,
Since the very grave can say,
"Christ - He hath arisen!"
Eastertide Poem
Amazing Love
Poet: Catherine PulsiferEaster bells so sweetly ring,
Christ has risen with grace and glory!
Hallelujah! Rejoice for this season of joy,
Tell your children the Easter story.
In our hearts let us sing praises to Him,
Amazing love that set us free!
His glorious sacrifice is more than we deserve,
Let us be humbled and thankful be!
Easter Bells Are Ringing
Poet: John Kendrick BangsWhen the Easter bells are ringing,
And the early birds are singing,
Who can think of care?
When the budding flowers are springing.
And their fragrances are flinging
On the silky air.
Open your heart and sing away!
All your worries fling away!
Let the glad chimes ring away
Sorrow and despair!
Bells Ringing
Poet: E. D. C.Sweetly are the birds singing
At Easter dawn;
Sweetly are the bells ringing
On Easter morn;
And the words that they say
On Easter Day
Are, Christ the Lord is risen!
Birds, forget not your singing
At Easter dawn;
Bells, may ye always be ringing
On Easter morn.
In the spring of the year,
When Easter is here,
Sing, Christ the Lord is risen!
Easter buds were growing
Ages ago;
Easter lilies were blowing
By the water's flow.
All nature was glad,
Not a creature was sad,
For, Christ the Lord is risen!
Buds, ye will soon be flowers,
Cherry and white;
Snow-storms are changing to showers,
Darkness to light.
With the wakening of spring,
Oh, sweetly sing,
Lo, Christ the Lord is risen
Easter Carol
Sing To God
Poet: UnknownAlleluia! Alleluia!
Hearts to heaven, and voices, raise;
Sing to God a hymn of gladness,
Sing to God a hymn of praise.
He who, on the cross a victim,
For the world's salvation bled,
Jesus Christ the King of glory,
Now is risen from the dead.
Now the iron bars are broken:
Christ from death to life is born,
Glorious life and life immortal,
On this holy Easter morn.
Christ has triumphed, and we conquer
By His mighty enterprise;
We, with Christ to life eternal,
By His resurrection rise.
Christ is risen, Christ, the first-fruits
Of the holy harvest field,
Which will all its full abundance
At His second coining yield:
Then the golden ears of harvest
Will their heads before Him wave,
Ripened by His glorious sunshine,
From the furrows of the grave.
Christ is risen, we are risen:
Shed upon us heavenly grace,
Rain and dew, and gleams of glory,
From the brightness of Thy face;
That we, Lord, with hearts in heaven,
Here on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel hands be gathered,
And be ever safe with Thee.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glory be to God on high,
To the Father, and the Saviour,
Who has gained the victory.
Glory to the Holy Spirit,
Fount of love and sanctity.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
To the Triune Majesty!
Christian Easter Poems
Holy Places
Poet: Hebert D. GallaudetWherever souls of men have worshiped, there
Is God: where old cathedrals climb the sky,
Or shining hillsides lift their heads on high,
Or silent woodland spaces challenge prayer,
Or inner chambers shut the heart from care;
Where broken temples of old faiths now lie
Forgotten in the sun, or swallows cry
At dusk about some crossroads chapel, bare
Alike of bells and beauty; where saints walked
Of old with speaking presences unseen,
Or dreaming boys with quiet voices talked
In pairs last night on some still college green;
Where Moses' Sinai flamed, or Jesus trod
The upward way apart: there, here, is God!
Palm Sunday
Poet: John J. MomentThy glory dawns, Jerusalem, awake, thy bells to ring!
Swift fashion thee a crown of gold,
And bring forth David's throne of old;
Jerusalem, make ready, make ready for the King!
From tower and roof thy banners fling,
For down the slopes of Olivet comes riding on, the King!
A thorn-bush grows without the wall;
Of this his crown shall woven be.
For royal wine prepare we gall,
For throne a cross on Calvary.
Thy Saviour comes, Jerusalem, make haste, thine altar bring!
His body for an offering take,
The heart of all the world to break,
And on the cross uplifted our God shall own him King!
Ye lands afar, his triumph sing,
For with the love of all mankind our God shall crown him King!
Ye Happy Bells of Easter Day
Adapted by R. R. ChopeYe happy bells of Easter Day!
Ring! ring! your joy
Thro' earth and sky,
Ye ring a glorious word -
The notes that swell in gladness tell,
The rising of the Lord.
Ye carol bells of Easter Day!
The teeming earth,
That saw His birth
When lying 'neath the sward,
Upspringing now in joy, to show
The rising of the Lord!
Ye glory bells of Easter Day!
The hills that rise
Against the skies,
Reecho with the word -
The victor breath that conquers death -
The rising of the Lord!
Ye passion bells of Easter Day!
The bitter cup,
He lifted up,
Salvation to afford.
Ye saintly bells! your passion tells
The rising of the Lord!
Ye mercy bells of Easter Day!
His tender side
Was riven wide,
Where floods of mercy poured;
Redeemed clay doth sing to-day
The rising of the Lord!
Ye victor bells of Easter Day!
The thorny crown
He layeth down:
Ringl Ring! with strong accord -
The mighty strain of love and pain,
The rising of the Lord!
