1 Now the green blade rises from the buried grain, What that in dark earth many days has lain; Love lives again, that with the dead has been; Love is come again like wheat arising green. 2 In the grave they laid Him, love by hatred slain, Thinking that He would never wake again, Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen; Love is come again like wheat arising green. 3 Forth He came in triumph, like the risen grain, He that for three days in the grave had lain; Raised from the dead, my living Lord is seen; Love is come again like wheat arising green. 4 When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain, Your touch can call us back to life again, Field of our hearts that dead and bare have been; Love is come again like wheat arising green.