Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
of triumphant gladness;
God hath brought forth His people forth
into joy from sadness;
Now rejoice, jerusalem,
And with true affection
Welcome with unceasing praie
Jesus' resurrection.
'Tis the spring of souls today;
Christ hath burst His prison,
From the frost and gloom of death
Light and life has risen;
All the winter of our sins,
long and dark, is flying
Thanks and praise undying.
"Alleluia!" now we cry
to our King immortal,
Who, triumphant, burst the bars
of the tomb's dark portal;
"Alleluia!" with the Son,
God the Father praising,
"Alleluia!" yet again
to the Spirit raising.
