Risen (This joyful Eastertide)

This joyful Eastertide,
away with sin and sorrow
My Lord the Crucified,
has sprung to life this morrow

Had Christ, that once was slain,
not burst his three-day prison,
our faith would be in vain;
but now is Christ arisen,

He is risen!
Christ the Lord is risen!

Death's flood has lost it's chill,
since Jesus crossed the river:
Lover of souls, from ill
my passing soul deliver

My flesh in hope shall rest,
and for a season slumber,
till trumpet east to west
shall wake the dead in number

Adapted from words by George R. Woodward [1848-1934] this version,
Music and chorus words by Graham Kendrick.
Words and music © 2008 Make Way Music


Matt. 28:1-7, Mark 16: 1-8, Luke 24:1-12, John 20:1-10