pris

on; Wide let

the

tri-umph ring.

He bursts His rock - y Hear we not in the breez - es "Where is thy sting, O Death?" Το ev na ery buried tion Pro-claim the day of birth. Through death's dark, gloomy pris on, Let Easter chorals ring.

sound
Lamb;

Let all the
Re-demp-tion

grace;
made;

na-tions know, To earth's re- mot-est bound.

by His blood Through all the lands pro-claim.

Ye happy souls draw near; Be-hold your Saviour's face;
Ye weary
spir-its, rest; Ye mourning souls, be glad.

rit.

Return, ye ran-somed sin - ners home, Re- turn ye sinners, home.
Return ye sinners, re-turn ye home.