He is risen, he is risen!
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He is risen, he is risen! Tell it with a joyful voice; He has burst his three days' prison; Let the whole wide earth rejoice. Death is conquered, man is free, Christ has won the victory. Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted, With glad smile and radiant brow; Lent's long shadows have departed, All his woes are over now, And the Passion that he bore: Sin and pain can vex no more. Come, with high and holy hymning Chant our Lord's triumphant lay; Not one darksome cloud is dimming Yonder glorious morning ray, ' Breaking o'er the purple east: Brighter far our Easter-feast. |
Eia! mortuis elatum laeta vox enuntiet. Tertia die levatum tota terra celebret. Liber homo. mors abest victa, victor Christus est. Tristes vos et tremefacti, nunc estote hilares: angor eius et peracti quadraginta sunt dies; liber est doloribus nec malis obnoxius. Vos augete nunc canorem quem triumphans exigit; matutinum hunc nitorem nulla nubes occulit, cuï, quamvis rutilet, Pascha nostrum praenitet. |