Come, you faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;
God has brought His Israel
Into joy from sadness;
Loosed from Pharoahâs bitter yoke
Jacobâs sons and daughters;
Led them with unmoistened foot
Through the Red Sea waters.
âTis the spring of souls today;
Christ has burst His prison,
And from three daysâsleep in death
As a sun has risen;
All the winter of our sins,
Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to whom is givân
Laud and praise undying.
Now the queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendor,
With the royal feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render;
Comes to gladden faithful hearts
Which with true affection
Welcome in unwearied strain
Jesusâresurrection.
For today among the twelve
Christ appeared, be stowing
His deep peace, which evermore
Passes human knowing.
Neither could the gates of death,
Nor the tombâs dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal,
Hold Him as a mortal.
âAlleluia!â now we cry
To our King immortal,
Who, triumphant, burst the bars
Of the tombâs dark portal;
âAlleluiaâ with the Son,
God the Father praising;
âAlleluia!â yet again
To the Spirit raising.