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Surrexit Christus hodie.
To-day 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 Christ the Lord 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!"
