Lord, now that spring is in the world, And every tulip is a cup Filled with the wine of thy great love, Lift thou me up. Raise thou my heart as flowers arise To greet the glory of thy day, With soul as clean as lilies are, And white as they. Let me not fear the darkness now, Since Life and Light break through thy tomb; Teach me that doubts no more oppress, No more consume. Show me that thou art April, Lord, And thou the flowers and the grass; Then, when awake the soft spring winds, I'll hear thee pass! |