This Joyful Eastertide

1. This joyful Eastertide, away with sin and sorrow!
My Love, the Crucified, has 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!

2. My flesh in hope shall rest and for a season slumber
Till trump from east to west shall wake the dead in number.
3. Death’s flood hath lost his chill since Jesus crossed the river;
Lover of souls, from ill my passing soul deliver.