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[[image - drawing of small flowers]] Christ is risen, He is risen, He hath left His rocky prison, And the white-robed Angels glimmer 'mid the cerements of His grave; [[image - drawing of small flowers]] [[end page]] [[start page]] [[image - drawing of small flowers]] He hath smitten with His thunder ev'ry gate of brass asunder; He hath burst the iron Fetters, Irresistible to save! [[image - drawing of small flowers]]