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f2 Now the iron bars are broken,

Christ from death to life is born,
Glorious life, and life immortal,
On this holy Easter morn:

Christ has triumphed. and we conquer
By His mighty enterprise,
We with Him to life eternal
By His resurrection rise.

f 3 Christ is risen, Christ, the first-fruits
Of the holy harvest-field,
Which will all its full abundance
At His second coming yield:
Then the golden ears of harvest

Will their heads before Him wave,
Ripened by His glorious sunshine

From the furrows of the grave.

† 4 Christ is risen, we are risen!
Shed upon us heavenly grace,
Rain and dew and gleams of glory
From the brightness of Thy face:
That, with hearts in heaven dwelling,
We on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel-hands be gathered,
And be ever, Lord, with Thee.

f5 Alleluia! Alleluia!

Glory be to God on high;
Alleluia to the Saviour
Who has won the victory;
Alleluia to the Spirit,

Fount of love and sanctity;
Alleluia! Alleluia!

To the Triune Majesty.

C. Wordsworth

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PUER NOBIS M. Praetorius

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$2 Come, with high and holy hymning, Chant our Lord's triumphant lay; Not one darksome cloud is dimming Yonder glorious morning ray, Breaking o'er the purple East, Symbol of our Easter feast.

f 4 He is risen, He is risen;

He hath opened heaven's gate: We are free from sin's dark prison, Risen to a holier state; And a brighter Easter beam On our longing eyes shall stream.