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[Hymn 285]

The Lord Is Risen

The Lord is ris'n indeed;
The grave hath lost its prey;
With him shall rise the ransomed seed,
To live in endless day.

The Lord is ris'n indeed;
He lives to die no more;
He lives, and will his people lead,
Whose curse and shame he bore.

The Lord is ris'n indeed;
Attending angels, hear!
Up to the courts of heav'n, with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.

Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord;
Join, all ye bright celestial choirs,
To praise our risen Lord.