For Monday after Easter
Lord, who created man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
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
Let me combine
And feel this day your victory:
For, if I imp my wing on thine
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
Music: Hymn tune "Penpark," "Jesus, I Live For Thee."