Posted on April 11th, 2010 by Dan Burke
The morn had spread her crimson rays,
When range the skies with shouts of praise;
Earth joined the joyful hymn to swell,
That brought despair to vanquished hell.
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He comes victorious from the grave,
The Lord omnipotent to save,
And brings with him to light of day
The Saints who long imprisoned lay.
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Vain is the cavern’s threefold ward–
The stone, the seal the armed guard;
O death, no more thine arm we fear,
The Victor’s tomb is now thy bier.
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Enough of death, enough of tears,
Enough of sorrows and of fears!
O hear yon white-robed angel cry,
Death’s Conqueror lives, no more to die.
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Grant, Lord, in thee each faithful mind
Unceasing Paschal joy may find;
And from the death of sin set free
Souls newly born to life by thee.
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To thee, once dead, who now dost live,
All glory, Lord, thy people give,
Whom with the Father we adore,
And Holy Ghost for evermore. Amen.
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From the Mundelein Psalter
