- 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. - 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. - 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
