Easter (Katharine Tynan)

[Verse 1]
Bring flowers to strew His way
Yea, sing, make holiday;
Bid young lambs leap
And earth laugh after sleep

[Chorus]
Yea, Death, great Death is dead
And Life reigns in his stead;
Cometh the Athlete
New from dead Death's defeat

[Verse 2]
For now He cometh forth
Winter flies to the north
Folds wings and cries
Amid the bergs and ice

[Chorus]
Yea, Death, great Death is dead
And Life reigns in his stead;
Cometh thе Athlete
New from dеad Death's defeat

[Verse 3]
Cometh the Wrestler
But Death he makes no stir
Utterly spent and done
And all his kingdom gone

[Chorus]
Yea, Death, great Death is dead
And Life reigns in his stead;
Cometh the Athlete
New from dead Death's defeat