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Now is Christ risen from the dead.
1 Cor. 15:20.
Blest morning! whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising Lord:
That saw him triumph o’er the dust,
And leave his dark abode.
2 In the cold prison of a tomb
The great Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th’ appointed day.
3 Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our Lord, in vain;
The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.
4 To thy great name, almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay;
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.
5 Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King!
Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas,
With glad hosannas ring.
Watts.