This joy­ful East­er-tide,
Away with care and sor­row!
My Love, the Cru­ci­fied,
Hath sprung to life this mor­row.

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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.

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Death’s flood hath lost his chill,
Since Je­sus crossed the riv­er:
Lover of souls, from ill
My pass­ing soul de­liv­er.

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