No scenes of stately majesty For the King of kings No nights aglow with candle flame For the King of love No flags of empire hung in shame For Calvery No flower's perfume the lonely way That led Him to a borrowed tomb For Easter day No wreaths upon the ground were laid For the King of kings Only a crown of thorns remained Where he gave his love A message scrolled in irony "King of the Jews" Lay trampled where they turned away And no-one knew that it was The first Easter day Yet nature's finest colours blazed For the King of kings And stars in j**elled clusters say "Worship Heaven's King" Two thousand springtimes more have bloomed Is that enough? Oh how can I be satisfied Until He hears the whole world Sing of Easter love Two thousand springtimes more have bloomed Is that enough? Oh how can I be satisfied Until He hears the whole world Sing of Easter love My prayer shall be a frangrance sweet For the King of kings My love: the flowers at his feet For the King of love My vigil is to watch and pray Until He comes My highest tribute: to obey And live to know the power of That first Easter day