Rose and Lily

On Easter morn we see His fruit earth yields–
From open tomb now rises Sharon’s Rose—
Grown from her Lily of the Valley’s field.

The blood-red petals of His Rose will heal
The wounds have made our sinful flowers close;
On Easter morn we see His fruit earth yields.

His petals and His fruit His life reveals
On altar in His Body, Blood we know–
Grown from her Lily of the Valley’s field.

With her our tomb of death for us unseals,
And we leave buried all of Satan’s woes;
On Easter morn we see His fruit earth yields.

His mercy for us is no more concealed,
As we in Him forever find repose—
Grown from her Lily of the Valley’s field.

The Serpent’s head is crushed beneath His heel
By human nature she on Him bestowed;
On Easter morn we see His fruit earth yields,
Grown from her Lily of the Valley’s field.