Nor for the hope of joys to be,

But just as Thou hast first loved me? So love I, and my love will own, Because Thou art my King alone.

AUCTOR INCERTUS

DE RESURRECTIONE

Plaudite coeli,
Rideat aether,

Summus et imus

Gaudeat orbis!

Transivit atrae

Turba procellae:

Subiit almae

Gloria palmae!

Surgite verni,

Surgite flores,

Germina pictis

Surgite campis,

Teneris mixtae

Violis rosae,
Candida sparsis

Lilia calthis!

AUTHOR UNKNOWN

OF THE RESURRECTION

Ye heavens your joy proclaim,
Let laughter fill the air,

From topmost peak to depths below
Let earth the gladness share!
Dark tempest's furious throng
O'erwhelmed has passed away;
The cherished palm of victory
New glory wears to-day!

Awake, ye springtime flowers! Awake, and bloom once more! Awake, and live, ye scattered seed, The broidered meadows o'er. With tender violets blent,

Ye roses now unfold,

And gleam of snow-white lilies rare, With wealth of marigold!

Currite plenis

Carmina venis!

Fundite laetum,

Barbytha, metrum:

Namque revixit,

Sicuti dixit,

Pius illaesus

Funere Iesus!

Plaudite montes,

Ludite fontes;

Resonent valles,

Repetunt colles:

“Io revixit, Sicuti dixit,

Pius illaesus

Funere Iesus."

Flow on, ye choral strains,
Your generous powers employ
And you, ye warbling lutes,

Pour forth your notes of joy:
For lo! He lives again,

Just as Himself hath said, Our holy Jesus, all unharmed, Is risen from the dead!

Ye mountains, clap your hands.
Ye sparkling fountains play;

Let echoing vales give back the sound,
Let hills replying say:
"Behold, He lives again,

Just as Himself hath said. Our holy Jesus, all unharmed, Is risen from the dead."