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"WELCOME, happy morning!" age to age shall say:

Hell to-day is vanquished; heaven is won to-day.

Lo! the Dead is living, God forevermore!

Him, their true Creator, all His works adore.
"Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say.

2 Earth with joy confesses, clothing her for spring,
All good gifts return with her returning King;
Bloom in every meadow, leaves on every bough,
Speak His sorrows ended, hail His triumph now.
Hell to-day is vanquished; heaven is won to-day.

3 Months in due succession, days of lengthening light,
Hours and passing moments praise Thee in their flight;
Brightness of the morning, sky and fields and sea,
Vanquisher of darkness, bring their praise to Thee.
"Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say.

4 Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with Satan's chain;
All that now is fallen, raise to life again;
Show Thy face in brightness, bid the nations see;
Bring again our daylight: day returns with Thee.
Hell to-day is vanquished; heaven is won to-day.

Venantius H. C. Fortunatus (c. 530-609) arr. tr. John Ellerton, 1868

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2 And what I say, let each this morn
Go tell it to his friend,

That soon in every place shall dawn
His kingdom without end.

3 Now first to souls who thus awake
Seems earth a fatherland;

A new and endless life they take
With rapture from His hand.

4 The fears of death and of the grave
Are whelmed beneath the sea,
And every heart, now light and brave,
May face the things to be.

5 The way of darkness that He trod
To heaven at last shall come,
And he who hearkens to His word

Shall reach His Father's home.

G. F. P. von Hardenberg, 1802;
tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1858

WALTHAM L. M.

J. Baptiste Calkin, 1872

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The Lord hath triumphed glo-rious-ly, The Lord shall reign vic-to-rious-ly.

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A-men.

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ST. KEVIN 7. 6. 7. 6. D.

Arthur Sullivan, 1872

Come ye faithful, raise the strain Of triumphant gladness! God hath brought His Is-ra-el

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In- to joy from sad-ness, Loosed from Pha-raoh's bitter yoke Jacob's sons and daugh-ters,

Led them with un- moist-ened foot Through the Red Sea

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COME ye faithful, raise the strain

Of triumphant gladness!

God hath brought His Israel

Into joy from sadness, Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke Jacob's sons and daughters, Led them with unmoistened foot Through the Red Sea waters.

2 'Tis the spring of souls to-day:

Christ hath burst His prison,
And from three days sleep in death

As a sun hath risen;
All the winter of our sins,

Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to whom we give
Laud and praise undying.

3 Now the queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendor,
With the royal feast of feasts,

Comes its joy to render;
Comes to glad Jerusalem,
Who with true affection
Welcomes in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection.

4 Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal,
Hold Thee as a mortal:
But to-day amidst the Twelve
Thou didst stand, bestowing
That Thy peace, which evermore
Passeth human knowing.

John of Damascus (viii C.); tr. John M. Neale, 1859

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