God’s love bursts into bloom

  1. God’s love bursts into bloom
    deep in the dark’s lament,
    and fills a startled tomb
    with lively, gracious scent;
    the stone gives way, death’s head is bruised
    and dawn reveals a grave unused.
  2. Three loyal women bring
    spice to anoint their friend,
    but hear a Glory sing
    Come see, no corpse to tend!
    What fearful joy! their wild sweet cry
    of hope salutes the sunrise sky.
  3. Christ kicks down hell’s grim door
    and lets us prisoners out —
    the sick, the blind, the poor,
    we hear the paschal shout:
    Because I live, you all shall be
    God’s guests at heaven’s high feast with me!

Ian Sowton, 1985
Tune: Darwell