Arise, my soul, this East­er morn
With joy and prais­es hea­ven-born,
And hear good news from death’s dark por­tals
To all dis­tressed and griev­ing mor­tals.

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O bless­èd East­er morn­ing show­er
On us thy pow­er.

Disarmed and crushed for­ev­er fell
This morn the pow­er of death and hell
For He who lay in death’s grim pri­son
With might and glo­ry is aris­en.

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Come, souls, by sin and death dis­mayed
With all that in the grave ye laid
To Him who rose on East­er mor­row
And brings you balm for all your sor­row.

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My soul, why shouldst thou grieve and pine?
The peace and joy of Hea­ven are thine.
The Lord arose with might su­per­nal,
And thou art heir to life eter­nal.

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Come, peo­ple of the Lord, em­ploy
Your heart and soul in songs of joy,
Go forth to meet with prais­es ring­ing
The Lord who life for death is bring­ing.

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