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The morning purples all the sky,
The air with praises rings,
Defeated hell stands sullen by,
The world exulting sings.
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.
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.
The shining angels cry, “Away
With grief; no spices bring;
Not tears, but songs, this joyful day,
Should greet the rising King!”
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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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1867
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Bible Refs:
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MUSIC
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Name:
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WOODSTOCK
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1829
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 114 | G | | # 513 | G | | # 820 | G | | # 215 | G |
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