THIS WEEK'S HYMNNow the green blade rises from the buried grain, Wheat that in the dark earth many days has lain; Love lives again, that with the dead has been: Love is come again like wheat that springs up green. In the grave they laid him, Love whom men had slain, Thinking that he never would awake again, Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen: Love is come again like wheat that springs up green. Forth he came at Easter, like the risen grain He that for the three days in the grave had lain, Quick from the dead my risen Lord is seen Love is come again like wheat that springs up green. When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain Then your touch can call us back to life again, Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been Love is come again like wheat that springs up green. |