1 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;
God hath brought His Israel
Into joy from sadness.
Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughter,
Led them with unmoistened foot
Through the Red Sea waters.
2 'Tis the spring of souls today,
Christ hath burst His prison,
And from three days' sleep in death
As a sun hath risen.
All the winter of our sins,
Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to whom we give
Laud and praise undying.
3 Now the queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendor,
With the royal feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render;
Comes to glad Jerusalem,
Who with true affection
Welcomes in unwearied strains
4 "Halleluia!" now we cry
To our King Immortal,
Who, triumphant, burst the bars
Of the tomb's dark portal;
"Halleluia!" with the Son,
God the Father praising;
"Halleluia!" yet again
To the Spirit raising.
|First Line:||Come, ye faithful, raise the strain|
|Title:||Come Ye Faithful, Raise the Strain|
|Author:||John of Damascus, c. 700-c. 754|
|Translator:||John M. Neale, 1818-1866|
|Topic:||Ancient Hymns; Christ: Resurrection; Historical(1 more...)|
|Composer:||Arthur S. Sullivan, 1842-1900|
|Composer (descant):||William Lester, b. 1889|
|Copyright:||Descant arr. © 1935 Hope Publishing Co.|