For Monday after Easter
Easter-wings
Lord, who created man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poor: With thee Oh let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day your victories: Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
My tender age in sorrow did begin: And still with sicknesses and shame You did so punish sin, That I became Most thin. With thee Let me combine And feel this day your victory: For, if I imp my wing on thine Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
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Music: Hymn tune "Penpark," "Jesus, I Live For Thee."