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Hark! the herald angels say,
Christ, the Lord, is risen today:
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Let the glorious tidings fly.
Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle Won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo I he sets in blood no more.
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids him rise;
Christ has opened paradise.
Lives again our glorious King ;
"Where, O Death, is now thy sting?"
Once he died our soul to save;
"Where 's thy victory, boasting Grave!"
What though once we perished all,
Partners of our parents' fall?
Second life we now receive,
And in Christ for ever live.
Hail! thou dear almighty Lord;
Hail! thou great incarnate Word;
Hail! thou suffering Son of God;
Take the trophies of thy blood.
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7 7 7 7
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Hymn/Song Book
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7 7 7 7
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| # 90 | No key | | # 320 | Ab | | # 414 | Ab | | # 527 | Ab | | # 365 | Ab | | # 521 | Ab | | # 432 | Ab | | # 63 | Ab | | # 260 | Ab | | # 468 | Ab |
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