Come, You Faithful

Come, you faithful, raise the strain

Of triumphant gladness;

God has brought His people forth

Into joy from sadness.

Now rejoice, Jerusalem,

And with true affection

Welcome in unwearied 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.