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
www.grahamkendrick.co.uk

Scriptures:

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