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Christ Risen.
Death in vain forbids His rise ; Christ hath open'd Paradise !
Lives again our glorious King : Where, O Death, is now thy sting ? Once He died, our souls to save: Where thy victory, O Grave ?
Soar we now where Christ ha6 led, Following our exalted Head ; Made like Him, like Him we rise ; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
What though once we perish'd all, Partners in our parents' fall ? Second life we all receive, In our Heavenly Adam live.
Risen with Him, we upward move ; Still we seek the things above ; Still pursue, and kiss the Son Seated on His Father's Throne.
Scarce on earth a thought bestow, Dead to all we leave below ; Heav'n our aim, and loved abode, Hid our life with Christ in God :
Hid, till Christ our Life appear Glorious in His members here ; Join'd to Him, we then shall shine, All immortal, all divine.
Hail the Lord of Earth and Heaven! Praise to Thee by both be given 1 Thee we greet triumphant now ! Hail, the Resurrection Thou ! |
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