Tune: VRUECHTEN
Words: George Ratcliffe Woodward, 1894
Music: Joachim Oudaen’s David’s Psalmen, 1685
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VERSE 1:
This joyful Eastertide,
away with sin and sorrow!
My Lord, the Crucified,
has sprung to life this morrow.
CHORUS:
Had Christ, who once was slain,
ne'er burst his three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain;
but now has Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen, arisen.
VERSE 2:
My flesh in hope shall rest,
and for a season slumber,
till trump from east to west
shall wake the dead in number.
CHORUS:
Had Christ, who once was slain,
ne'er burst his three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain;
but now has Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen, arisen.
VERSE 3:
Death's flood has lost its chill,
since Jesus crossed the river:
Lover of souls, from ill
my passing soul deliver.
CHORUS:
Had Christ, who once was slain,
ne'er burst his three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain;
but now has Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen, arisen.
This joyful Eastertide,
away with sin and sorrow!
My Lord, the Crucified,
has sprung to life this morrow.
CHORUS:
Had Christ, who once was slain,
ne'er burst his three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain;
but now has Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen, arisen.
VERSE 2:
My flesh in hope shall rest,
and for a season slumber,
till trump from east to west
shall wake the dead in number.
CHORUS:
Had Christ, who once was slain,
ne'er burst his three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain;
but now has Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen, arisen.
VERSE 3:
Death's flood has lost its chill,
since Jesus crossed the river:
Lover of souls, from ill
my passing soul deliver.
CHORUS:
Had Christ, who once was slain,
ne'er burst his three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain;
but now has Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen, arisen.