Now the green blades rises from the buried grain,
Wheat
that in dark earth many days has lain;
Love
lives again, that with the dead has been;
Love
is come again like wheat a rising green.
2
In
the grave they laid Him, love by hatred slain,
Thinking
that He would never wake again,
Laid
in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen;
Love
is come again like wheat a rising green.
3
Forth
He came in triumph, like the risen grain,
He
that for three days in the grave had lain,
Raised
from the dead, my living Lord is seen;
Love
is come again like wheat a rising green.
4
When
our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain,
Your
touch can call us back to life again,
Fields
of our heart that dead and bare have been;
Love
is come again like wheat a rising green.