all in an april evening

all in the april morning,
april airs were abroad;
the sheep with their little lambs
pass'd me by on the road.

the sheep with their little lambs
pass'd me by on the road;
all in an april evening
i thought on the lamb of god.

the lambs were weary, and crying
with a weak human cry;
i thought on the lamb of god
going meekly to die.

up in the blue, blue mountains
dewy pastures are sweet:
rest for the little bodies,
rest for the little feet.

rest for the lamb of god
up on the hill-top green;
only a cross of shame
two stark crosses between.

all in the april evening,
april airs were abroad;
i saw the sheep with their lambs,
and thought on the lamb of god.