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*< And the third day He rose again, according
Again the Lord of Life and Light
Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
O what a night was that which wrapt The heathen world in gloom !
O what a sun, which broke this day Triumphant from the tomb !
This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn.
The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind His Soul in death ;
He shook their kingdom, when He fell, With His expiring breath.