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12 Ast ye Females from your Fright, Hall. &c.

Take to Galile your Flight: Hall.

To his sad Disciples say, Hall.

Jesus Christ is Risen to Day. Hall.

In our Paschal Joy and Feast. Hall.

Let the Lord of Life be blest, Hall.

Let the Holy Trine be prais'd, Hall.

And thankful Hearts to Heaven be rais'd. Hall.

Hrist our Lord is Risen to Day; ''Hall. ''&c.

Christ our Life, our Light, our Way, Hall.

Th'Object of our Love and Faith; Hall.

Who but dy'd to Conquer Death. Hall.

Th' Holy Matrons early come, Hall.

To Bedew the Savior's Tomb; Hall.

Jesus seek among the Dead, Hall.

Far from those Dark Regions fled. Hall.

Two bright Angels, that appear, Hall.

Thus Salute 'em; He's not here. Hall.

Banish Sorrow, Shout and Sing, Hall.

Wellcome to your Risen King. Hall.

Mary. Beauteous Angels, say what place, Hall.

Does his charming Presence Grace? Hall.

Bless my Eyes; then bid Rejoyce: Hall.

Then to Praise I'll tune my Voice. Hall.