Now the green blade rises
from the buried grain,
Wheat that in the dark earth
many years 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 we had slain,
Thinking that He’d never
wake to life again,
Laid in the earth like
grain that sleeps unseen:

Love is come again, like
wheat that springs up green.

Up He sprang at Easter,
like the risen grain,
He that for three days
in the grave had lain;
Up from the dead
my risen Lord is seen:

Love is come again, like
wheat that springs up green.

When our hearts are saddened,
grieving or in pain,
By Your touch You 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.