O’er the ho­ly ci­ty slum­ber­ing
Night her sa­ble wings yet spread,
But the hours their slow march num­ber­ing,
See the life among the dead.
Seraph hands turned back the por­tal,
Oped the dark and rock-bound grave,
And the vic­tor robed im­mor­tal,
Stood re­vealed the world to save.

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Hail the vic­tor! He has con­quered,
Death is fet­tered, He is free;
Resurrection af­ter dy­ing,
Easter af­ter Cal­va­ry!

From the hill of death and ang­uish,
May we to the gar­den turn;
There we see the suf­fer­er lang­uish,
Here Je­ho­vah’s pow­er we learn.
There the sun in dark­ness hid­ing,
Veiled her face be­fore that sight;
Now as king of Heav’n abid­ing,
Dwells He as its sun and light.

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Now no more are thorns His crown­ing,
Glory sits up­on His brow,
And re­vil­ing stripes and frown­ing,
Perish in His tri­umph now.
Death the king He has sub­ject­ed,
Satan lies be­neath His heel,
O’er them see the cross erect­ed,
Love’s eter­nal bond and seal.

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