This joyful Eastertide,
away with sin and sorrow!
My Love, the Crucified,
hath sprung to life this morrow.
Had Christ, that once was slain,
ne’er burst his three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain;
but now hath Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen, arisen.
My flesh in hope shall rest,
and for a season slumber,
till trump from east to west
shall wake the dead in number.
Death’s flood hath lost its chill,
since Jesus crossed the river:
Lover of souls, from ill
my passing soul deliver.
Text: George R. Woodward (1848-1934), 1894
Tune: Vruechten, Dutch melody from David’s Psalmen, Amsterdam, 1685. Harmonized by Charles Wood (1866-1926)
–From the album Music for Passiontide and Easter, sung by the Choir of Wells Cathedral.