Jonah, by the tempest followed,
Whom the whale of old time swallowed,
Type of our True Jonah, giving,
Three days pass'd is rendered living
From that dark and narrow space.
Now the myrrh of Cyprus groweth,[1]
Widelier spreadeth, sweetlier bloweth;
Law its withered blossoms throweth
That the Church may take their place.
Death and life have striven newly;
Jesus Christ hath risen truly;
And with Christ ascended duly
Many a witness that He lives:
Dawn of newness, happy morrow
Wipes away our eve of sorrow:
Since from death our life we borrow,
Brightest joy the season gives.
Jesu, Victor, Life, and Head:
Jesu, Way Thy people tread;
By Thy death from death released
Call us to the Paschal Feast,
That with boldness we may come;
Living Water, Bread undying,
