Ральф Воан-Уильямс (2) - Easter - текст песни (слова)

"Easter", from "The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations", published 1633 Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise 
Without delays, 
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise 
With him may'st rise; 
That, as his death calcined thee to dust, 
His life may make thee gold, and much more, Just.  

 Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part 
With all thy art.  
The cross taught all wood to resound his name 
Who bore the same.  
His stretched sinews taught all strings, what key 
Is best to celebrate this most high day.  

 Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song 
Pleasant and long: 
Or since all music is but three parts vied, 
And multiplied; 
O let thy blessed Spirit bear a part, 
And make up our defects with his sweet art.
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