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OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST |
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2 The powers of death have done their worst, But Christ their legions hath dispersed: Let shouts of holy joy outburst,
Alleluia! |
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3 The three sad days are quickly sped; He rises glorious from the dead:
All glory to our risen Head!
Alleluia I
4 He closed the yawning gates of hell, The bars from heaven's high portals fell; Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell!
Alleluia!
5 Lord! by the stripes which wounded Thee, From death's dread sting Thy servants free, That we may live and sing to Thee.
Alleluia!
Latin. Tr. Rev. Francis Pott, 1862 |
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