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 Miriam, wake! Lute and timbrel take! With thy women dance for glee! And make respond to thy brother yond With the Staff that set us free!

For merry, merry, etc.

, O Queen of bliss, anon: Hilariter, hilariter. Rejoice, thy grief is past and gone, Hilariter, hilariter.

Abate thy tears, bid woe farewell: Hilariter, hilariter, Thy Son hath harrow'd death and hell. Hilariter, hilariter.

He, whom thou mournest, Mother-maid, Hilariter, hilariter, Is risen agen, as He fore-said., Hilariter, hilariter,

The bloody sweat from off His brow, Hilariter, hilariter, Is fraught with healing balsam now. Hilariter, hilariter.

His visage, marr'd as other none, Hilariter, hilariter, Now beameth brighter than the sun. Hilariter, hilariter.