This joyful Eastertide
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This joyful Eastertide, Away with sin and sorrow,
My Love, the Crucified hath sprung to life this morrow.
Had Christ, that once was slain, never burst his three day prison,
Our faith had been in vain: But now hath Christ arisen.
My flesh in hope shall rest, And for a season slumber,
Till trump from east to west Shall wak the dead in number.
Had Christ, that once was slain, never burst his three day prison,
Our faith had been in vain: But now hath Christ arisen.
My Love, the Crucified hath sprung to life this morrow.
Had Christ, that once was slain, never burst his three day prison,
Our faith had been in vain: But now hath Christ arisen.
My flesh in hope shall rest, And for a season slumber,
Till trump from east to west Shall wak the dead in number.
Had Christ, that once was slain, never burst his three day prison,
Our faith had been in vain: But now hath Christ arisen.
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