Hail Thee
Festival
Day!
"Lo the fair beauty of earth from the
death of the winter arising!
Every good gift of the year now with
its Master returns.
He who was nailed to the cross is Lord
and the ruler of nature;
All things created on earth sing to the
glory of God.
Daily the loveliness grows, adorned with
the glory of blossom;
Heaven her gates unbars, flinging her
increase of light....
Praise to the Giver of good!
Thou Love who are author of concord,
Pour out thy balm on our souls,
Order our ways in thy peace."