1 This joyful Eastertide away with sin and sorrow!
My love, the crucified, hath sprung to life this morrow.

Refrain:
Had Christ, who once was slain,
ne’er burst his three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain.
But now hath Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen, arisen.

2 My flesh in hope shall rest and for a season slumber
till trumpets east to west shall wake the dead in number. [Refrain]

3 Death’s flood hath lost its chill since Jesus crossed the river.
Lover of souls, from ill my passing soul deliver. [Refrain]