This joyful Eastertide    

1) This joyful Eastertide,
away with sin and sorrow!
My Love, the Crucified,
has sprung to life this morrow:

Ref.: Had Christ, who once was slain,
not burst His three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain;
but now has Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen;
but now has Christ arisen!

2) Death’s flood has lost its chill
since Jesus crossed the river;
Lover of souls, from ill
my passing soul deliver:

3) My flesh in hope shall rest
and for a season slumber
till trump from east to west
shall wake the dead in number: