All in the April ev'ning,
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 the April ev'ning
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.

But for the Lamb, the Lamb of God,
Up on the hilltop green,
Only a cross, a cross of shame,
Two stark crosses between.

All in the April ev'ning,
April airs were abroad;
I saw the sheep with their lambs
And thought on the Lamb of God.