1 This joyful Eastertide,
away with sin and sorrow!
My Love, the crucified,
has sprung to life this morrow.
Had Christ, who once was slain,
not burst his three-day prison,
our faith would be 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)
|First Line:||This joyful Eastertide|
|Title:||This Joyful Eastertide|
|Author:||George R. Woodward (1894; Alt. 1990, mod.)|
|Scripture:||Job 19:25-27; 1 Corinthians 15:14; 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18|
|Topic:||Deliverance; Resurrection of Believers|
|Refrain First Line:||Had Christ, that once was slain|
|Arranger:||Charles Wood, 1866-1926|
|Source:||Joachim Oudaen's David 's Psalmen, 1685|