738. Come, Ye Faithful, Raise the Strain

1 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;
God has brought His Israel
Into joy from sadness.
'Tis 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 thee as a mortal.

3 But today amidst thine own
Thou didst stand, bestowing
That, thy peace, which evermore
Passes human knowing.
Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;
God has brought his Israel
Into joy from sadness.

4 "Alleluia!" now we cry
To our King immortal,
Who, triumphant, burst the bars
Of the tomb's dark portal;
"Alleluia!: with the Son
God the Father praising;
"Alleluia!" yet again
To the Spirit raising. Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Title: Come, Ye Faithful, Raise the Strain
Original Language: Greek
Author: John of Damascus, c. 696-c. 754
Translator: John Mason Neale, 1818-66 (abr. alt.)
Meter: 7. 6. 7. 6. D
Publication Date: 1969
Topic: The Christian Year: Eastertide
Notes: Greek: Αϊσωμεν, πάντεζ λαοί
Tune Information
Name: GAUDEAMUS PARITER
Composer: Johann Horn, 1490-1547
Meter: 7. 6. 7. 6. D
Key: F Major



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