Come, Ye Faithful, Raise The Strain

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 day's 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,
Come its joy to render;
Comes to glad Jerusalem,
Who with true affection
Welcomes in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection.

Alleluia now to Thee,
Christ, our King immortal,
Who hast passed the gates of death
And the tomb's sealed portal;
Who, though never door unclose,
In th'assembly standing,
Breathest on Thy friends the peace
Past all understanding.

MIDI sequence copyright © 1999 Brian M. Ames.