1 Come, you faithful, raise the strain
of triumphant gladness;
God has brought forth Israel
into joy from sadness.
loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters
led them with unmoistned foot
through the Red Sea waters.
2 Tis the spring of soulstoday!
Christ has burst his prison,
and from three days' sleep in death
as the sun has risen.
All the winter of our sins,
long and dark, is flying;
from the Light to whom we give
laud and praise undying.
give him praise undying.
3 Neither could the gates of death,
nor the tomb's dark portal,
nor the watchers, nor the seal,
hold you as a mortal:
but today, among you own,
you appear, bestowing
your deep peace, which evermore
passes human knowing.
3 ""Alleluia!"" now we cry
to our Lord 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.
