6 Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with Satan's chain:

All that now is fallen raise to life again; Shew Thy face in brightness, bid the nations see,

Bring again our daylight; day returns with Thee!

Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won today!

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1 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;

God hath 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.

2 'Tis the spring of souls to-day:
Christ hath burst His prison,
And from three days' sleep in death
As a sun hath risen;

All the winter of our sins,

Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to Whom we give
Laud and praise undying.

3 Now the Queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendor,
With the royal feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render;

Comes to glad Jerusalem,
Who with true affection
Welcomes in unwearied strains
Jesu's resurrection.

4 Alleluia now we cry

To our King immortal,
Who triumphant burst the bars
Of the tomb's dark portal;

Alleluia, with the Son
God the Father praising;
Alleluia yet again

To the Spirit raising. Amen.

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1 Christ the Lord is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heavens and earth reply.

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Hope, and joy, and peace begin :

1 The strife is o'er, the battle done! The victory of life is won;

The song of triumph has begun,

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Alleluia !

2 The powers of death have done their worst, But Christ their legions hath dispersed: Let shout of holy joy outburst,

Alleluia!

3 The three sad days are quickly sped; He rises glorious from the dead: All glory to our risen Head!

Alleluia!

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! Amen.

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1 Jesus lives! thy threatening woe,
Death, no longer need appal us:

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

2 Jesus lives! henceforth is death
But the gate of life immortal;
This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.

Alleluia!

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