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.

It's the spring of souls today
Christ hath burst his prison
And from three days 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 undyıng

Now the queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendour,
With the royal feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render,
Comes to glad Jerusalem,
Who with true affection
Welcomes in unwearied strains
Jesu' s resurrection

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.