1.    This joyful Easter tide, away with sin and sorrow. My love he crucified, earth sprung to life this morrow
Had Christ that once was slain
Never burst his three day prison
Our faith had been in vain
But now has Christ arisen, arisen, ari…..sen.
2.    My flesh in hope shall rest, and for a season slumber.
Till trump from East to West, shall wake the dead in number.
3.    Death’s flood has lost its chill since Jesus crossed the river.
Lover of soul from ill passing soul deliver


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