And we leave the tomb with Thee.
Victor, by the power that frees us,
Where Thou art, there we would be.
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Hark! the highest heavens are ringing,
Choirs angelic lead the strain,
And my opened lips in singing
Tell the praises forth again.
AN EVENING HYMN
Σὲ καὶ νῦν εὐλογοῦμεν