With flowers we crown His altar fair,
For Christ's own morning breaks,
And earth of Easter-tide aware
To song and bloom awakes.

CHORUS .

The day of days is the Easter Day;
The Church puts on her white array;
For Christ hath filled the very tomb
With Easter light and Easter bloom!

His love o'er loveliest things of earth
Symbolic beauty throws;
The Resurrection shadows forth
In every flower that blows.
C HORUS . The day of days, etc.

These flowers their mission sweet fulfil
And in their sweetness die;
But Easter hopes unfolding still
Climb flower-like up the sky.
C HORUS . The day of days, etc.

O Easter Day that yet shall be,
Whose splendors shall not fail;
Thy deathless bloom the Church shall see
Beyond the rended veil!

CHORUS .

The day of days is the Easter Day;
The Church puts on her white array;
For Christ hath filled the very tomb
With Easter light and Easter bloom!