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Christ the Lord is risen to day,
Death had yielded up its prey;
He endured the cross and grave
Sinners to redeem and save.
Lo! He rises, mighty king,
Where, O death! is now thy sting?
Lo! He claims his native sky,
Grave, Where is thy victory?
Sinners see your ransom paid,
Peace with God for ever made;
With your risen Saviour rise;
Claim with him the purchased skies.
Christ the Lord is risen to day,
Death hath yielded up its prey;
Let us our Redeemer praise,
let us love him all our days.
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7 7 7 7
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 28:6;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1853 | # 72 |
MUSIC
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BUCKLAND
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 118 | D | | # 287 | D | | # 645 | D | | # 130 | D | | # 287 | D | | # 277 | D | | # 218 | D | | # 334 | D |
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