Smile Praises O Sky Soft Breathe Them O


Smile praises, O sky!
Soft breathe them, O air!
Below and on high,
And everywhere;
The black troop of storms
has scatter’d and fled,
The Lord hath arisen,
The Lord hath arisen,
Unharm’d from the dead.

Sweep tides of rich music
The new world along,
And pour in full measure
Sweet lyres, your song,
Sing, sing, for He liveth,
He lives, as He said;
The Lord hath arisen,
The Lord hath arisen
Unharmed from the dead.

Clap, clap your hands, mountains;
Ye valleys, resound;
Leap, leap for joy, fountains;
Ye hills, catch the sound:
All-triumph! He liveth,
He lives, as He said;
The Lord hath arisen,
The Lord hath arisen,
Unharmed from the dead.

Amen.