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2 'Tis the spring of souls to-day:
Christ hath burst His prison, From the frost and gloom of death
Light and life have risen. All the winter of our sins,
Long and dark, is flying From His light to whom we give
Thanks and praise undying.
3 Now the queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendor,
With the royal feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render; |
Comes to glad Jerusalem,
Who, with true affection, Welcomes in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection!
4 " 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. John of Damascus, ab. 700. Tr. by John M. Neale, j86z |
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