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This Joyful Eastertide,
Away With Sin And Sorrow!
My Love, The Crucified,
Hath 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, 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
Away With Sin And Sorrow!
My Love, The Crucified,
Hath 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, 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
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