The morn­ing pur­ples all the sky,
The air with prais­es rings,
Defeated hell stands sul­len by,
The world ex­ult­ing sings.

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Glory to God! our glad lips cry;
All praise and wor­ship be
On earth, in Hea­ven, to God most high,
For Christ’s great vic­to­ry,
For Christ’s great vic­to­ry.

While He, the King all strong to save,
Rends the dark doors away,
And through the breach­es of the grave,
Strides forth in­to the day.

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Death’s cap­tive, in his gloomy pri­son,
Fast fet­tered He has lain,
But He has mas­tered death, is ris­en,
And death now wears the chain.

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The shin­ing an­gels cry, Away
With grief; no spic­es bring;
Not tears, but songs, this joy­ful day,
Should greet the ris­ing King!

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That Thou our Pas­chal Lamb may’st be,
And end­less joy begin.
Jesus, De­liv­er­er, set us free
From the dread death of sin.

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