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Victorious from the tomb He hath His people freed. Thy praise we sing, the Church's Head, O Thou, who livest, and wast dead.

All hail! triumphant Lord,

Who hast our ransom paid; Wide be Thy name adored, On Thee our help is laid; To Thee all power in earth and heaven, The keys of death and hell, are given.

Jesu, to us impart

Thy Resurrection power,
And teach each quickened heart
To love Thee more and more.
Thou art the life, our sins forgive:
Speak but the word and we shall live.

To God the risen Son,

Father and Spirit blest, Eternal Three in One, All worship be addressed; Join all on earth, rejoice and sing, AH glory give to God our King. Amen.

96. 7-6.

'Tis the day of Resurrection—
Earth, tell it out abroad!
The passover of gladness,
The passover of God;

From death to life eternal,
From earth unto the sky,
Our Christ hath brought us over,
With hymns of victory.

Our hearts be pure from evil,
That we may see aright
The Lord in rays eternal
Of resurrection-light;
And listening to His accents
May hear, so calm and plain,
His own—all hail!—and hearing,
May raise the Victor strain.

Now let the heavens be joyful!

Let earth her song begin!

Let the round world keep triumph,

And all that is therein;

Invisible and visible

Their notes let all things blend,

For Christ the Lord is risen,

Our joy that hath no end! Amen.

97. 7s.

At the Lamb's high feast we sing
Praise to our victorious King,
Who hath washed us in the tide
Flowing from His pierced side.
Praise we Christ, Whose blood was shed,
Paschal Victim, Paschal Bread

With sincerity and love
Eat we manna from above.

Mighty Victim from the sky,
Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie;
Thou hast conquered in the fight,
Thou hast brought us life and light:
Now no more can death appal,
Now no more the grave enthral;
Thou hast opened paradise,
And in Thee Thy saints shall rise.

Easter triumph, Easter joy,
Sin alone can this destroy;
Erom sin's power do Thou set free
Souls new-born, O Lord, in Thee.
Hymns of glory and of praise,
Risen Lord, to Thee we raise;
Holy Father, praise to Thee,
With the Spirit, ever be. Amen.

98. 8, 8, 8.

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
The strife is o'er, the battle done,
The triumph of the Lord is won;
0 let the song of praise be sung.
Alleluia!

The powers of death have done their worst,
And Jesus hath His foes dispersed;
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst.
Alleluia!

On that third morn He rose again
In glorious majesty to reign;
O let us swell the joyful strain.

Alleluia!

He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heaven's high portals fell;
Let songs of joy His triumphs tell.
Alleluia!

Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee,
Prom death's dread sting Thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to Thee.

Alleluia! Amen.

99. 8-7, 8-7, 7-7.

Hakk, ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above!

Jesus reigns, and heav'n rejoices:
Jesus reigns, the God of love:

Lo! He sits on yonder throne;

Jesus rules the world alone.

Well may angels bright and glorious
Sing the praises of the Lamb;

While on earth, He prov'd victorious,
Now, He bears a matchless name:

Well may angels sing of Him,

Heav'n supplies no richer theme.

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Come, ye saints, unite your praises
With the angels round His throne;

Soon we hope our Lord will raise us
To the place where He is gone:

Meet it is that we should sing

Praise eternal to our King.

King of glory, reign for ever,

Thine an everlasting crown: Nothing from Thy love shall sever

Those whom Thou hast made Thine own; Happy objects of Thy grace, Destined to behold Thy face. Amen.

100. 7-8.

Jesus lives! no longer now

Can thy terrors, Death, appal us;

Jesus lives! by this we know
Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us.
Alleluia!

Jesus lives! henceforth is death
But the gate of Life immortal;

This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.
Alleluia!

Jesus lives! for us He died:
Then, alone to Jesus living,

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