COME, YE FAITHFUL, RAISE THE STRAIN
1. Come, ye
faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant
gladness;
God hath brought
His people forth
Into joy from
sadness.
Now rejoice,
Jerusalem,
And with true
affection
Welcome in unwearied
strains
Jesus'
resurrection.
2. 'Tis the spring
of souls today,
Christ hath burst
His prison,
And from three
day's 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.
"Alleluia!" now we cry
To our King
lmmortal,
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.
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