170. Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
7.6.7.6.D.
St. Kevin:
Arthur S. Sullivan, 1872
Greek; St. John of Damascus, 749;
Tr. John Mason Neale, 1853
Come, ye faithful, raise the strain Of triumphant gladness; God hath brought his Israel Into joy from sadness; Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke Jacob's sons and daughters; Led them with unmoistened foot Through the Red Sea waters. | 'Tis the spring of souls today; Christ hath burst his prison, And from three days' sleep in death As a sun hath risen; All the winter of our sins, Long and dark, is flying From his light, to whom we give Laud and praise undying. | Now the queen of seasons, bright With the day of splendor, With the royal feast of feasts, Comes its joy to render; Comes to glad Jerusalem, Who with true affection Welcomes in unwearied strains Jesus' resurrection. | Neither might the gates of death, Nor the tomb's dark portal, Nor the watchers, nor the seal, Hold thee as a mortal: But today amidst thine own Thou didst stand, bestowing That thy peace which evermore Passeth human knowing. | |