Now the green blade riseth

Now the green blade riseth
from the buried grain
Wheat that in dark
earth many days has lain
Love lives again
that with the dead has been
Love is come again
like wheat that springeth green

In the grave thay laid Him
Love who had been slain
Thinking that never
He would wake again,
Laid in the earth
like grain that sleeps unseen
Love is come again
like wheat that springeth green

Forth He came at Easter
like the risen grain
He that for three days
in the grave had lain
Quick from the dead
my risen Lord is seen
Love is come again
like wheat that springeth green

When our hearts are wintry
grieving, or in pain,
Thy 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 springeth green