Short Poems

Easter Bells

The ringing of Easter bells is one that causes people to stop, remember, and rejoice. Let these poems be ones that give you reasons to rejoice when you hear the bells on Easter Day. Poems to reminds us of the celebration that Easter brings on earth, just imagine the celebration in heaven!

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Easter Bells
Poet: Margaret Elizabeth Munson Sangster

Chime, solemn bells of Easter!
The shadows flee away,
And all the earth is smiling
In the glory of the day.

Ring, tender bells of Easter!
Beyond our toil and tears.
There wait for all the faithful
Heaven’s long and happy years.

Break, joyous bells of Easter!
From far across the sea
Bring us the endless music
Of immortality.

Triumphant bells of Easter!
Again by angels rung,
Speak comfort to the sorrowing
Of every land and tongue.

Blend, golden bells of Easter!
Heaven's fairest and its best,
To hush earth's clamorous discords
And soothe earth’s sad unrest.

Church Bells Ring
Poet: Unknown

Let the merry church-bells ring:
Hence with tears and sighing:
Frost and cold have fled from spring;
Life hath conquered dying;
Flowers are smiling, fields are gay,
Sunny is the weather:
With our risen Lord to-day
All things rise together.

Let the birds sing out again
From their leafy chapel,
Praising Him with whom in vain
Sin hath sought to grapple.
Sounds of joy come loud and clear
As the breezes flutter:
"He arose, and is not here,"
Is the strain they utter.

Let the past of grief be past:
This our comfort giveth, -
He was slain on Friday last,
But to-day He liveth:
Mourning hearts must needs be gay
Out of sorrow's prison,
Since the very grave can say,
"Christ - He hath arisen!"

Bells Ringing
Poet: E. D. C.

Sweetly are the birds singing
At Easter dawn;
Sweetly are the bells ringing
On Easter morn;
And the words that they say
On Easter Day
Are, Christ the Lord is risen!

Birds, forget not your singing
At Easter dawn;
Bells, may ye always be ringing
On Easter morn.
In the spring of the year,
When Easter is here,
Sing, Christ the Lord is risen!

Easter buds were growing
Ages ago;
Easter lilies were blowing
By the water's flow.
All nature was glad,
Not a creature was sad,
For, Christ the Lord is risen!

Buds, ye will soon be flowers,
Cherry and white;
Snow-storms are changing to showers,
Darkness to light.
With the wakening of spring,
Oh, sweetly sing,
Lo, Christ the Lord is risen

Sing To God
Poet: Unknown

Alleluia! Alleluia!
Hearts to heaven, and voices, raise;
Sing to God a hymn of gladness,
Sing to God a hymn of praise.
He who, on the cross a victim,
For the world's salvation bled,
Jesus Christ the King of glory,
Now is risen from the dead.

Now the iron bars are broken:
Christ from death to life is born,
Glorious life and life immortal,
On this holy Easter morn.
Christ has triumphed, and we conquer
By His mighty enterprise;
We, with Christ to life eternal,
By His resurrection rise.

Christ is risen, Christ, the first-fruits
Of the holy harvest field,
Which will all its full abundance
At His second coining yield:
Then the golden ears of harvest
Will their heads before Him wave,
Ripened by His glorious sunshine,
From the furrows of the grave.

Christ is risen, we are risen:
Shed upon us heavenly grace,
Rain and dew, and gleams of glory,
From the brightness of Thy face;
That we, Lord, with hearts in heaven,
Here on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel hands be gathered,
And be ever safe with Thee.

Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glory be to God on high,
To the Father, and the Saviour,
Who has gained the victory.
Glory to the Holy Spirit,
Fount of love and sanctity.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
To the Triune Majesty!