142 Come, You Faithful, Raise the Strain

1 Come, you faithful, raise the strain Of triumphant gladness! God has brought his Israel Into joy from sadness. See the spring of souls today; Christ has burst his prison And from three days' sleep in death As a sun has risen. 2 All the winter of our sins, Long and dark, is flying From his light, to whom we give Laud and praise undying. Neither could the gates of death Nor the tomb's dark portal Nor the watchers nor the seal Hold him as a mortal. 3 But today among his own Christ appeared, bestowing Bliss of peace which evermore Passes human knowing. Come, you faithful, raise the strain Of triumphant gladness! God has brought his Israel Into joy from sadness.