Brighter are the sunbeams on this day,
                                        
                                        O rejoice, heart and voice!
                                        
                                        Sweeter buds unfolding by the way,
                                        
                                        Telling of the quick’ning life of spring;
                                        
                                        Bright sunbeams tell out the story
                                        
                                        Of the Easter joy and glory,
                                        
                                        And winter’s gone—cold and hoary,
                                        
                                        All hail our Victor King.