Author: St. John of Damascus, 8th cent.; John Mason Neale, 1818-66 Appears in 380 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;
God hath brought his Israel
Into joy from sadness;
'Tis the spring of souls today:
Christ hath burst his prison,
And from three days' sleep in death,
As a sun hath risen.
2 Now the queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendor,
With the royal feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render;
Comes to gladden Christian men,
Who with true affection
Welcome in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection.
3 All the winter of our sins,
Long and dark, is flying
From his light, to whom we give
Laud and praise undying.
Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the waters, nor the seal,
Hold thee as a mortal;
4 But today amidst the Twelve
Thou didst stand, bestowing
That thy peace, which evermore
Passeth human knowing.
Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;
God hath brought his Israel
Into joy from sadness. Topics: The Church Year Easter Used With Tune: SPRING OF SOULS
Come, ye faithful, raise the strain