169 - Come, You Faithful

Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;
God hath brought forth Israel
Onto joy from sadness;
Now rejoice, Jerusalem,
And with true affection
Welcome in unworried strains
Jesus’ resurrection.
’Tis the spring of souls today;
Christ has burst His prison,
From the frost and gloom of death
Light and life have risen.
All the winter of our sins,
Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to whom we give
Thanks and praise undying.
“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.