1 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.

2 ’Tis the spring of souls today;
Christ has burst His prison,
And from three days’ sleep in death
As a sun hath risen.
Now rejoice, Jerusalem,
And with true affection
Welcome in unwearied strains
Jesus’ resurrection.