Lyrics
This joyful Eastertide,
away with sin and sorrow
My Lord the Crucified,
has sprung to life this morrow
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!
Death's flood has lost it's chill,
since Jesus crossed the river:
Lover of souls, from ill
my passing soul deliver
My flesh in hope shall rest,
and for a season slumber,
till trumpet east to west
shall wake the dead in number