Eastertide Poem
These Eastertide poems celebrate Christ’s resurrection, His ascension, and the coming of the Holy Spirit.
Updated March 12, 2026, by Catherine Pulsifer.
Eastertide is a season of joy, renewal, and faith. It begins with Easter Sunday, celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ, the moment that changed the world forever. But Easter is not just a day, it is a season of reflection and rejoicing.
For forty days, Christ walked among His followers, bringing comfort and wisdom. Then, on Ascension Day, He returned to heaven, promising that He would always be with us. This promise was fulfilled on Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit descended, filling hearts with strength and courage.
Throughout Eastertide, we are reminded of God’s great love and the hope we have in Christ. The poems on this page reflect this beautiful season, some written long ago, others new, but all filled with the message of Easter: faith, love, and everlasting joy.
May these verses inspire you to celebrate the risen Lord and carry the light of Easter in your heart every day.
Eastertide Brings Joy
Easter Sunday, bright and true,
Christ arose for me and you.
The stone was rolled, the grave was bare,
Proof of love beyond compare.
For forty days, He walked the land,
Guiding with a loving hand.
Then He rose beyond the sky,
Still our Savior, reigning high.
Pentecost, the Spirit came,
Filling hearts with holy flame.
Strength and courage, faith made new,
Guiding all in what is true.
Eastertide, a time so bright,
Hope and love shine in the light.
Jesus lives, His promise stays,
With us now and all our days.
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The Lord Is Risen Indeed
Awake, thou wintry earth,
Fling off thy sadness;
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness:
Christ is risen.
Wave, woods, your blossoms all,
Grim Death is dead;
Ye weeping funeral trees,
Lift up your head:
Christ is risen.
Come, see, the graves are green;
It is light; let's go
Where our loved ones rest
In hope below:
Christ is risen.
All is fresh and new,
Full of spring and light;
Wintry heart, why wear'st the hue
Of sleep and night?
Christ is risen.
Leave thy cares beneath,
Leave thy worldly love;
Begin the better life
With God above:
Christ is risen.
At Easter-Tide
In the beauty of the lilies, o'er the dews of early morn,
Comes the risen Master buoyant on earth's first glad Easter dawn;
While the Resurrection gladness throbs and pulses all around,
Death and Hell shrink back affrighted, quaking to their utmost bound.
For the Lord of Life and Glory, conqueror over Death and Grave,
Cometh forth a crowned victor, bright, resplendent, strong to save —
Comes to you, to me, my sister, as to Magdalen of old,
From the grave-shelf which no longer could the Prince of Life enfold.
And the roll-stone back recoiling from the sad, sepulchral gloom,
Gives us life eternal, springing from our Saviour's empty tomb.
For He lives, our glorious Master — lives to intercede for us,
Pleads His own sufficient merit, pleads His death on Calvary's cross.
Now unfold, ye pearly portals of the everlasting gate,
While the King of Glory enters, and attendant seraphs wait;
Ranks on ranks of brilliant angels joyfully His praise repeat,
Saved by grace, the sinner answers, lowly at the Saviour's feet.
Not archangels' loftiest anthem e'er can reach that glad, new song
Which the humblest mortal utters and Eternity prolongs.
Celebrate And Rejoice
Easter is a time we celebrate and rejoice,
We can not forget Jesus had no choice.
He shed his blood on the cross,
For us to be redeemed at such a cost.
Though grief befalls us, we do not mope,
His resurrection brings us vibrant hope.
Let us join as one in songs of praise,
Giving thanks to our Lord, our hands we raise!
For more verses that rejoice in the empty tomb and the hope it gives, visit our collection of Poems About Jesus Resurrection.
The Day Of Jesus Christ
Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise
Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With Him mayst rise;
That, as His death calcined thee to dust
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.
Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part,
With all thy art;
The cross taught all wood to resound His name,
Who bore the same:
His stretched sinews taught all strings what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.
Consort, both heart and lute, and twist a song,
Pleasant and long;
Or, since all music is but three parts vied,
And multiplied,
Oh, let thy blessed Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.
I got me flowers to strew Thy way;
I got me boughs off many a tree;
But Thou wast up by break of day,
And brought'st Thy sweets along with thee.
The sun arising in the east,
Though he gave light, and the east perfume,
If they should offer to contest
With Thy arising, they presume.
Can there be any day but this,
Though many suns to shine endeavor?
We count three hundred, but we miss:
There is but one, and that one ever.
The Cross And The Crown
The Head that once was crowned with thorns
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.
The highest place that heaven affords
Is His, is His by right,
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
And heaven's eternal Light,
The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below
To whom He manifests His love,
And grants His Name to know.
To them the Cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given,
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy the joy of heaven.
They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with Him above,
Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of His love.
The Cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him,
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
If these verses have encouraged your heart, be sure to read our Christian Easter Poems for more poems centered on the risen Christ.
Praises For Our Mighty King
Let the Easter bells ring out loud,
Sing with joy and glory proud.
Give thanks to Jesus on this day
by following Him and His ways.
Awaiting resurrection on Easter morn
We rejoice no need to mourn.
The gift of hope we can now have
A gift that makes us feel glad.
His suffering for our sins, let us now bring
Thanks and praises for our mighty King!
So Divine
Easter’s a sign, so divine,
For it tells us of Jesus’s love divine.
He chose the cross with nails that pierce,
Sacrificing all for our release.
The rise of the morning sun, oh so glorious,
Gives recollection of the Lord's famous story.
His undying love shines for all
May this Easter you hear His call.
To continue reflecting on His love, grace, and example, explore our inspiring collection of Poems About Jesus.
Easter Must Be Reclaimed
Easter must be redeemed
From revelry that marks the end of Lent,
And worshippers who yearly are content
To journey to God's house, and then forget
That Christ still lives when Easter's sun has set.
The vision fades, the power soon is lost
If Easter does not lead to Pentecost.
Easter must be reclaimed.
Too long the world has missed the Easter glow,
Claimed by the glitter of a fashion show;
A dress parade; a gala holiday,
With church-bound manikins upon display.
The faith of Easter never will be caught
By making Christ a fleeting afterthought.
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Conclusion
Eastertide reminds us that the joy of Easter continues far beyond one day. From the resurrection to the ascension and then to Pentecost, this season points us again and again to Christ’s love, His promises, and the power of the Holy Spirit. May these poems encourage your faith, lift your heart, and help you carry the hope of the risen Lord into each new day.
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