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the Victor o'er His foes

For human consolation rose,

Alleluia.

Who, two days since, through torments ran

To succour miserable man.

Alleluia.

The holy women to the tomb

With gifts of precious ointment come:

Alleluia.

And the  they seek with pain,

For our transgressions Who was slain.

Alleluia.

An Angel clad in white appears

To bring glad tidings to their ears.

Alleluia.

"Fear not! O trembling ones!" saith he,

"But go your ways to Galilee!"

Alleluia.