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Thou, Lord, to death's domain
Didst go alone.
Death had on Thee no claim,
Thou sinless One!
He who had death's dread pow'r
Met Thee in that dark hour:
Vanquished by Thee his power,
By Thee alone.
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Thou, Lord, to
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death's domain
Death had on
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Thee no claim,
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He who had
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death's dread pow'r
A7
Met Thee in
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that dark hour:
Van
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quished by
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Thee his power,
2
But Thou hast burst the grave,
Risen art Thou;
Death could not Thee enslave,
Death had to bow!
Victorious hast Thou come
Out of the darksome tomb,
Broken the bands of gloom:
Beyond death now.
But Thou hast burst the grave,
Risen art Thou;
Death could not Thee enslave,
Death had to bow!
Victorious hast Thou come
Out of the darksome tomb,
Broken the bands of gloom:
Beyond death now.
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But Thou hast
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burst the grave,
Death could not
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Thee enslave,
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Victorious hast Thou come
A7
Out of the
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darksome tomb,
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Broken the
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bands of gloom:
3
What mighty triumphs, Lord,
Thou didst achieve!
What fruitfulness doth God
From Thee receive!
Out of Thy death has sprung
A wondrous living throng:
All, all to Thee belong,
And in Thee live.
What mighty triumphs, Lord,
Thou didst achieve!
What fruitfulness doth God
From Thee receive!
Out of Thy death has sprung
A wondrous living throng:
All, all to Thee belong,
And in Thee live.
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What mighty
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triumphs, Lord,
What
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fruitfulness doth God
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Out of Thy
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death has sprung
A7
A wondrous
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living throng:
All,
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all to
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Thee belong,
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Firstborn of all Thou art,
Lowly we bow;
Chief in Thy Father's heart—
Chief to us now.
Thou art indeed supreme,
Our great eternal theme,
Worthy of all esteem:
Worthy art Thou!
Firstborn of all Thou art,
Lowly we bow;
Chief in Thy Father's heart—
Chief to us now.
Thou art indeed supreme,
Our great eternal theme,
Worthy of all esteem:
Worthy art Thou!
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Firstborn of
A
all Thou art,
Chief in Thy
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Father's heart—
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Thou art
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indeed supreme,
A7
Our great
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eternal theme,
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Worthy of
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all esteem: