The Easter Sleep

To the tune of Lasst Uns Erfreuen

Now that the Lenten fast is o’er
And the Lord’s risen from the grave
Father’s tired, yes he is
Let the priest to his room retire
For all his strength is nearly spent
He’s exhausted, he’s exhausted
he’s exhausted, he’s exhausted, he’s exhausted

His mind is strong but not his body
His legs are tired and his feet do ache
Father’s tired, yes he is
It’s all he can do to stay awake
Now let the Easter sleep begin
He’s exhausted, he’s exhausted,
he’s exhausted, he’s exhausted, he’s exhausted

He barely now can stand upright
Or keep his eyes from closing shut
Father’s tired, yes he is
Upon his bed now let him rest
For the three days that Christ did sleep
He’s exhausted, he’s exhausted,
he’s exhausted, he’s exhausted, he’s exhausted

The Easter sleep is his reward
For laboring without much rest
Father’s tired, yes he is
As Jesus rises from the dead
Father does now lay down his head
He’s exhausted, he’s exhausted,
he’s exhausted, he’s exhausted, he’s exhausted