In the bonds of Death He lay
Who for our offence was slain;
But the Lord is read more

In the bonds of Death He lay
Who for our offence was slain;
But the Lord is risen to-day,
Christ hath brought us life again,
Wherefore let us all rejoice,
Singing loud, with cheerful voice,
Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
On the third morning He arose,
Bright with victory o'er his foes.
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Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
On the third morning He arose,
Bright with victory o'er his foes.
Sing we lauding,
And applauding,
Hallelujah!

The fasts are done; the Aves said;
The moon has filled her horn
And in the solemn read more

The fasts are done; the Aves said;
The moon has filled her horn
And in the solemn night I watch
Before the Easter morn.
So pure, so still the starry heaven,
So hushed the brooding air,
I could hear the sweep of an angel's wings
If one should earthward fare.

Jesus Christ is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day;
Who did once upon the cross
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Jesus Christ is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day;
Who did once upon the cross
Suffer to redeem our loss.
Hallelujah!

O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen read more

O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen be,
And in all hearts new-born!
That Pentecost when utterance clear
To all men shall be given,
When all shall say My Brother here,
And hear My Son in heaven!

See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last read more

See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices...

Awake, thou wintry earth--
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your read more

Awake, thou wintry earth--
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Christ is risen.

I think of the garden after the rain;
And hope to my heart comes singing,
"At morn read more

I think of the garden after the rain;
And hope to my heart comes singing,
"At morn the cherry-blooms will be white,
And the Easter bells be ringing!"

Easter says you can put truth in a grave, but it won't stay there.

Easter says you can put truth in a grave, but it won't stay there.