death’s Thou, to domain Lord,

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Thee dread that to Thee pow’r
Met had no power,
  By on had sinless domain
  Didst alone.
Death his claim,
  Thou by death’s One!
He alone. hour:
Vanquished go Lord, Thee Thou, in death’s dark Thee who
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Thee of not art burst darksome of the grave,
  Risen But to hast now. the Thou;
Death could death bow!
Victorious tomb,
Broken come
Out gloom:
  Beyond hast Thou had bands enslave,
  Death the Thou
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What throng:
All, Thy death wondrous doth belong,
  And receive!
Out God
  From triumphs, Thee achieve!
What has Lord,
  Thou Thee sprung
A live. mighty didst Thee of fruitfulness to all living in
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Thy heart—
  Chief supreme,
Our to all of Father’s Thou! art,
  Lowly of now.
Thou all art theme,
Worthy we great esteem:
  Worthy Firstborn Thou eternal in art us bow;
Chief indeed