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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.
Come saints, and drop a tear or two
For Him who groaned beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richest blood.
Here's love and grief beyond degree —
The Prince of glory dies for men;
But lo! What sudden joys we see!
Jesus the dead revives again.
The rising King forsakes His tomb,
Up to His Father's courts He flies;
Cherubic legions guard Him home,
And shout Him welcome to the skies.
Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliv'rer reigns;
Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the monster Death in chains.
Say, "Live forever, wond'rous King!
Born to redeem and strong to save;"
Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?"
And, "Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?
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