Spring is a season for love that is said
What intrigues me more is the falling rain
For the Lord of Love is fallen and dead
What is spring but sorrow, pity, and pain?
Upon a tree is borne his wond’rous name
Tis the cross of Christ for all sinners slain
He took the burden of my sin and shame
What is spring when ceases the hurting pain?
Love! Love! Has love risen from this stone grave
The Father rejoices who hid His head
All my sin, the heat of hell His Son braved
For the Lord of Love rose, no longer dead
He put asunder Satan’s zealous ploy
The Son rose again to give all men joy!