Easter Anthem

• This joyful Eastertide
• Gloria for Easter

Easter Wings
George Herbert

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
Most poore:
With thee
O let me rise
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did beginne:
And still with sicknesses and shame
Thou didst so punish sinne,
That I became
Most thinne.
With thee
Let me combine,
And feel [this day] thy victorie:
For, if I imp my wing on thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

• choral - mixed voices unaccompanied