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