Come, You Faithful

1Come, you faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;
Is-ra-el In-to joy from sadness.
God has brought His people forth
Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters;
Led them with unmoistened foot
Through the Red Sea waters.

2'Tis the spring of souls today;
Christ has burst His prison,
And from three days' sleep in death
As a sun has risen.
All the winter of our sins,
Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to whom we give
Laud and praise undying.

3Now 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.

4For today among the twelve
Christ appeared, bestowing
His deep peace, which evermore
Passes human knowing.
Neither could the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal
Hold Thee as a mortal.

5"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.