Thou, Lord, death’s domain to

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