With ministers of mercy round,
And pard’ning grace, and prayer’s sweet sound,
And sacramental strength to break
The bonds of flesh—and then to wake,
As now I waken, from a dream,
And hail this holy Easter-beam
That bids me sing my Saviour’s love,
And risen, seek the things above.
L’ENVOI.
Oft my dull hours, poor Song, thou hast deceived,