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LXXXII.

WAKE, my soul, awake, awake;
Thy Lord has risen long:

Haste to his grave, and with thee take
Both tuneful chord and song.

Where spring awakens all around,
Where vernal voices sing,

The first bright blofsom may be found
Of an eternal spring.

The shade and gloom of life are fled,

This resurrection day;

Henceforth, in Christ, are no more dead,
The grave has no more prey.

In Christ we live, in Christ we sleep,
In Christ we wake and rise:
And all the tears death made us weep,
He wipes from off our eyes.

Then wake, my soul, awake, awake,
And seek thy risen Lord :

Joy in his resurrection take,

According to his word. Amen.

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LXXXIII.

OVE'S redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won :

Lo, our sun's eclipse is o'er;
He shall set in blood no more.

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ has opened paradise.

Lives again our glorious king:
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once he died, the lost to save:
Where thy victory, O grave?

What though once we perished all,
Doomed in our first parents' fall:
Second birth we all receive,
In the heavenly Adam live:

Scarce on earth a thought bestow,
Dead to all we leave below;
Heaven our aim, and loved abode,
Hid our life with Christ in God:
Hid till Christ our life appear
Glorious in his members here;
Made like him, we then shall shine
All immortal, all divine.

Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to thee in both be given :
Thee we greet triumphant now;
Hail, the resurrection thou. Amen.

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LXXXIV.

E is risen, he is risen,

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Tell it with a joyful voice; He has burst his three days' prison,

Let the whole wide earth rejoice: Death is conquered, man is free, Christ has won the victory.

Tell it to the sinners weeping

Over deeds of darkness done,
Weary fast and vigil keeping—
Brightly shines their easter sun;
Christ can wash all sin away,
He has vanquished hell to day.

Come, ye sad and fearful hearted,

With glad smile and radiant brow: Lent's long shadows have departed, All his shame is over now, And the passion that he bore: Sin and pain can vex no more.

Come, with high and holy gladness
Chant our Lord's triumphal lay;
Not one touch of twilight sadness
Dims yon glorious morning ray,
Breaking o'er the purple east:
Brighter far our easter feast.

Honour, glory, virtue, merit,
To the blefsed Three in One;
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
While the endless ages run:

Let the Lamb, to life restored,
Be for evermore adored. Amen.

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LXXXV.

OME, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;

God has brought his Israel

Into joy from sadness :

Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters:

Led them with unmoistened foot
Through the Red sea waters.

"Tis the spring of souls to day, Christ has burst his prison;

And from three days' sleep in death,

As a sun, has risen:

All the winter of our sins,

Long and dark, is flying

From his light, to whom we give

Thanks and praise undying.