160 This Joyful Eastertide

1 This joyful Eastertide Away with sin and sorrow! My love, the Crucified, Has sprung to life this morrow. Refrain: Had Christ, who once was slain, Not burst his three-day prison, Our faith had been in vain: But now is Christ arisen, arisen, arisen; But now is Christ arisen. 2 Death's flood has lost its chill Since Jesus crossed the river; Lover of souls, from ill My passing soul deliver. Refrain 3 My flesh in hope shall rest And for a season slumber Till trump from east to west Shall wake the dead in number. Refrain