Awake, Little Flowers
Awake, little flowers, asleep in the snows, . .
For this is the morning when Jesus arose, when Jesus . . . . . . . . . . arose.
Each lily He loved in the meadows of old, . .
Will welcome the Master with blossoms of gold, with blossoms. . . . . . . . . . . of gold,
Messiah is living, the Cherubims say, . .
Shine forth in your beauty to greet Him today, to greet Him . . . . . . . . . . today.
For this is the morning when Jesus arose, when Jesus . . . . . . . . . . arose.
Each lily He loved in the meadows of old, . .
Will welcome the Master with blossoms of gold, with blossoms. . . . . . . . . . . of gold,
Messiah is living, the Cherubims say, . .
Shine forth in your beauty to greet Him today, to greet Him . . . . . . . . . . today.
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