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Here shall death's triumph end; the rock-barred door
Is opened wide, and the great prisoner gone;
Look round and see, upon the vacant floor,
The napkin and the grave-clothes lie alone.
Yes: death's last hope, his strongest fort and prison,
Is shattered, never to be built again;
And he, the mighty captive, he is risen,
Leaving behind the gate, the bar, the chain.
Yes: he is risen who is the First and Last,
Who was and is, who liveth and was dead;
Beyond the reach of death he now has passed,
Of the one glorious Church the glorious Head.
On, piercing gospel, on: of every heart,
In every latitude, thou ownest the key;
From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start,
With all their treasures first unlocked by thee.
Spread, mighty gospel, spread thy soaring wings;
Gather thy scattered ones from every land:
Call home the wanderers to the King of kings;
Proclaim them all thine own: 'tis Christ's command.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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10 10 10 10
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1861
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 561 | No key | | # 18 | No key | | # 2 | Eb | | # 419 | Eb | | # 2 | Eb | | # 686 | Eb | | # 295 | Eb | | # 560 | Eb | | # 279 | Eb | | # 297 | Eb | | # 948 | Eb | | # 27 | Eb | | # 100 | Bb | | # 852 | No key | | # 828 | Eb | | # 15 | Bb |
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