He Is Risen.

Crown of all our joys supernal Is the hope of life eternal; Burst in bloom ye lillies white! Wreathe the altar and the cross,— Dawn is born of brooding night, Heaven’s joy of earthly loss,— He is Risen! In the starry fields of Heaven Mansions bright, to us, are given: Triumph o’er the grave He won In the resurrection morn— Life eternal is begun, Hope to all the world is born, He is Risen! He hath passed thro’ Heaven’s portal, We, thro’ Him have life immortal— Death is met with faith and trust— The tomb is lighted by His love; Earth may claim the crumbling dust— Souls will dwell with Christ above. He is Risen! Think not thou art left forsaken Tho’ by sorrow’s tempest shaken; From His son, God veiled his face— Heaven’s light was e’en withdrawn, But the cruel cross made place For the glorious Easter dawn— He is Risen!