This Joyful Easter-Tide

This joy­ful East­er-tide

Away with care and sor­row!

My Love

the Cru­ci­fied

Hath sprung to life this mor­row.

Had Christ

that once was slain

Ne’er burst His three day pri­son

Our faith had been in vain;

But now hath Christ aris­en

Arisen

aris­en

aris­en!

My flesh in hope shall rest

And for a sea­son slum­ber;

Till trump from east to west

Shall wake the dead in num­ber.

Death’s flood hath lost his chill

Since Je­sus crossed the riv­er:

Lover of souls

from ill

My pass­ing soul de­liv­er.