110a. Come, ye faithful, raise the strain

1 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;
God hath brought His Israel
Into joy from sadness;
Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters;
Let them with unmoistened foot
Through the Red Sea waters.

2 'Tis the spring of souls to-day;
Christ hath 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.

3 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.

4 Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal,
Hold Thee as a mortal:
But to-day amidst Thine own
Thou didst stand, bestowing
That Thy peace which evermore
Passeth human knowing.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Translator: J. M. Neale
Meter: 7.6.7.6.D.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1892
Topic: Eastertide; Processionals: Eastertide
Source: Greek
Tune Information
Name: ST. KEVIN
Composer: A. S. Sullivan
Meter: 7.6.7.6.D.



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