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Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia! Al­le­lu­ia!

Past are the cross, the scourge, the thorn,
The scoff­ing tongue, the jibe, the scorn,
And bright­ly breaks the East­er morn.
Alleluia.

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Gone are the gloomy clouds of night;
The shades of death are put to flight,
And from the tomb beams heav’n­ly light.
Alleluia.

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And so in sor­row dark and drear,
Though black the night, the morn is near;
Soon shall the heav’nly day ap­pear,
Alleluia.

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And when death’s dark­ness dims our eyes,
From out the gloom our souls shall rise
In death­less glo­ry to the skies.
Alleluia.

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Then let us raise the glo­ri­ous strain,
Love’s tri­umph over sin and pain,
Faith’s vic­to­ry o’er ter­ror’s reign.
Alleluia.