Last updated on: April 3, 2015 at 10:12 am
By
Jennifer Woodruff Tait
Words by George R. Woodward This joyful Eastertide, away with care and sorrow! My Love, the Crucified, hath sprung to life this morrow. Had Christ, that once was slain, ne’er burst his three-day prison, our faith had been in vain; but now is Christ arisen, arisen, arisen, arisen. Death’s flood hath lost its chill, since Jesus crossed the river: Lover of souls, from ill my passing soul deliver. Had Christ, that once was slain, ne’er burst his three-day prison, our... Read more