A lovely Easter Hymn by John M. C. Crum

Now the green blade rises from the buried grain.
Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain.
Love lives again, that with the dead has been.
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

In the grave they laid Him, Love whom we had slain,
Thinking that He'd never wake to life again.
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

Up he sprang at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave has lain;
Up from the dead my risen Lord is seen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain,
By your touch you call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come back again, like wheat that springs up green.

                                 - to a 15th century French melody "Noel Nouvelet"