To all the Odds and the dissidents, the NBCs, bears, and Ilk, and to all our mostly normal (mostly…) cater-cousins who view us with loving amusement, I give you, O wise: Easter filk!
Your tune is the hottest number from our favorite 18th century hepcat, The Symphony Number 9 in D minor, Opus 125. The lyrics are from 1865 and 1984 filk-singers respectively.
Alleluia, alleluia!
Hearts to heav’n and voices raise;
sing to God a hymn of gladness,
sing to God a hymn of praise:
He who on the cross a victim
for the world’s salvation bled—
Jesus Christ, the King of Glory,
now is risen from the dead.
Alleluia, Christ is risen!
Death at last has met defeat:
see the ancient pow’rs of evil
in confusion and retreat;
once He died, and once was buried:
now He lives forevermore,
Jesus Christ, the world’s Redeemer,
whom we worship and adore.
Happy Easter, everyone!
