this joyful eastertide

this joyful easter-tide,
away with care and sorrow!
my love, the crucified,
hath sprung to life this morrow.

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had christ, that once was slain,
ne’er burst his three day prison,
our faith had been in vain;
but now hath 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.

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death’s flood hath lost his chill,
since jesus crossed the river:
lover of souls, from ill
my passing soul deliver.

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