That Pretty Little Dutch Tune

The verses are--okay. But the refrain more than makes up for that brush with mediocrity by its celebratory rendering of I Corinthians 15--St. Paul's theologically all-important text on the Resurrection.

In which he says, "But someone may ask, 'How are the dead raised? With what kind of body will they come?' What a stupid question!"

By George Radcliffe Woodward, who also gave us the fine theological text Ding Dong Merrily On High.

This joyful Easter-tide,

Away with care and sorrow!

My Love, the Crucified,

Hath sprung to life this morrow.

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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.

Refrain

Death’s flood hath lost his chill,

Since Jesus crossed the river:

Lover of souls, from ill

My passing soul deliver.

Refrain