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This joyful Eastertide (Anonymous)

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Editor: Andrew Halladaycreate page (submitted 2011-05-02).   Score information: Octavo, 1 page, 651 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Edition conceived for SATB choir. Adapted from "The Cowley Carol Book" edition. arr. Charles Wood
Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2007-11-18).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 38 kbytes   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Edition based on the Cyber Hymnal. Does not contain any text.
Editor: Christopher Braginetz (submitted 1999-12-01).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 120 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: arr. Charles Wood.

General Information

Title: This joyful Eastertide
Composer: Anonymous
Lyricist: George Ratcliffe Woodward, in Car­ols for East­er and Ascen­sion­tide, 1894

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredCarol

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

Description: Tune: East­er-Tide, from Da­vid’s Psalm­en, Am­ster­dam, Hol­land: 1685.

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Original text and translations

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This joyful Eastertide,
Away with sin 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 hath Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen, arisen.

My flesh in hope shall rest,
And for a season slumber:
Till trump from east to west
Shall wake the dead in number.

Had Christ, that once...

Death's flood hath lost his chill,
Since Jesus cross'd the river
Lover of souls, from ill
My passing soul deliver.

Had Christ, that once ...

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