1 This joyful Eastertide,
away with sin and sorrow!
My love, the crucified,
has sprung to life this morrow.
Refrain:
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, arisen.
2 My flesh in hope shall rest,
and for a season slumber,
till trump from east to west
shall wake the dead in number. (Refrain)
3 Death's flood has lost its chill,
since Jesus crossed the river:
lover of souls, from ill
my passing soul deliver. (Refrain)
