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But Christ, triumphant o'er the grave,
Shines more divinely bright: Oh ! sing we then His power to save,
And walk we in His light!
When from the swaddling bands of shade, Sprang forth the world so fair,
In robes of brilliancy arrayed, Oh, what a Power was there !
When He, who gave His guiltless Son
A guilty world to spare, Restored to life the Holy One,
Oh, what a Love was there!
When forth from its Creator's hand
The earth in beauty stood, All decked with light at His command,
He saw, and called it good.
But still more lovely in His sight,
The earth still fairer stood, When the Holy Lamb had wash'd it white
In His atoning blood.
Still, as the morning rays return,
To the pious soul 'tis given In fancy's mirror to discern
The radiant domes of Heaven.
But now that our eternal Sun Hath shed His beams abroad,
In Him we see the Holy One, And mount at once to God.