In your Gethsemane,
Although it seemed your heart would break,
Did not His "fallen sparrow" touch your soul;
And fields of lilies with their peace extoll
Heaven's care? Did words of life He spake
Illumine Calvary?
Beside the cross, you saw your Son made whole,
And felt death's gyves begin to quake?
The Easter melody
You heard? Triumphantly,
The angels sang: "He sleeps to wake,
Not thorns but LIGHT OF LIFE His aureole!"?
