Lord, domain death’s Thou, to

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