Lord, Thou, death’s domain to

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