Oh, come with me and journeying by a star
Upon a pilgrimage, in lands afar
Kneeling with Mary, hear the angel's voice,
(An empty tomb)
Then hush! Oh, hush! and breathe triumphant air.
And dry your tears! The earth is lily-fair,
The glow of life illuming by His grace.
Let paeans ring.
Behold His face!
O, come with me and journeying by a star
Behold the risen Lord, and cry, "You Are!"