This joyful Eastertide    

1) This joyful Eastertide,
Away with sin and sorrow;
My Lord, the crucified,
Has sprung to life this morrow.

Ref.: Had Christ, that once was slain,
Not burst His three-day prison,
Our faith would be in vain;
But now is Christ arisen.
He is risen.
Christ the Lord is risen.

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 trumpet east to west
Shall wake the dead in number.