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He dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
Here's love and grief beyond degree:
The Lord of glory dies for man!
But Lo! what sudden joys we see,
Jesus, the dead revives again!
The rising Christ forsakes the tomb;
In vain its bonds forbid his rise;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.
Wipe now your tears, ye saints and tell
How high your great Deliv'rer reigns;
Sing, he accomplished all things well,
And led the monster Death in chains.
O! live forever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save;
O Death, thou monster, where's thy sting?
And where's thy vict'ry, boasting Grave?