Come, ye faithful, raise the strain of triumphant gladness; God hath brought forth Israel into joy from sadness; Loosed from Pharaoh’s bitter yoke Jacob’s sons and daughters, Led them with unmoistened foot through the Red Sea waters.
’Tis the spring of souls today; Christ has burst His prison, And from three days’ sleep in death as a sun hath risen; All the winter of our sins, long and dark, is flying From His light, to Whom we give laud and praise undying.
Now the queen of seasons, bright with the day of splendor, With the royal feast of feasts, comes its joy to render; Comes to glad Jerusalem, who with true affection Welcomes in unwearied strains Jesus’ resurrection.
Neither might the gates of death, nor the tomb’s dark portal, Nor the watchers, nor the seal hold Thee as a mortal; But today amidst the twelve Thou didst stand, bestowing That Thy peace which evermore passeth human knowing.
“Alleluia!” now we cry to our King immortal, Who, triumphant, burst the bars of the tomb’s dark portal; “Alleluia!” with the Son, God the Father praising, “Alleluia!” yet again to the Spirit raising.
As Jonah, issuing from his three days’ tomb, At length was cast, uninjured, on the earth; So, from the virgin’s unpolluted womb Th’incarnate Word, That dwelt there, had His birth: For He, who knew no taint of mortal stain, Willed that His mother spotless should remain.
Christ comes, incarnate God, amongst us now, Begotten of the Father ere the day: And He, to Whom the sinless legions bow, Lies cradled, ’midst unconscious beasts on hay: And, by His homely swaddling-bands girt in, Looses the many fetters of our sin.
Now the new Child of Adam’s race draws nigh, To us, the faithful, giv’n: This, this is He That shall the Father of eternity, The Angel of the Mighty Counsel, be: This the eternal God, by Whose strong hands The fabric of the world supported stands.