This joyful Eastertide Away with sin and sorrow! My Love, the Crucified, Hath sprung to life this morrow
He who was buried was raised on the third day
My flesh in hope shall rest, And for a season slumber: Till trump from east to west Shall wake the dead in number
The trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed
Death’s flood has lost its chill, Since Jesus crossed the river: Lover of souls, from ill My passing soul deliver Had Christ, who once was slain, Ne’er burst His three-day prison, Our faith had been in vain: But now has Christ arisen, arisen, arisen, Arisen!
Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? If Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and your faith is also vain… But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the first fruits of them that slept
january 11 baptismal service
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