Christ has burst his prison,And from three days' sleep n death as a sun hath risen;All the winter of our sins, long and dark is flyingFrom his light, to whom we give laud and praise undying. 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.John of Damascus, "Come, Ye Faithful, Raise the Strain
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