1. Come, you faithful, raise the strain
    Of triumphant gladness;
    God has brought His people
    Now rejoice, Jerusalem,
    And with true affection
    Welcome in unwearied strains
  2. ‘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 ligth, to whom we give
    Thanks and praise undying.
  3. “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.