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The Son of God is come!
And He hath died. But from death's fast-barred prison,
A conqueror triumphant He hath risen,
Risen for ever, and He hath ascended
Unto His God, His grief in glory ended.
Gone for a little, to return ere long
By myriad saints attended, a glad throng;
Ay, in His glory to return again
To gather all His own with Him to reign.
  This, this is the true God!

The Son of God is come!
Our joyous love and reverence demanding,
And He hath given us an understanding
To know the Truth, the Centre of all blessing,
Whom knowing, we all fulness are possessing;
For God hath come e'en to our inmost hearts
And pardon, comfort, strength, hope, He imparts.
Oh, service sweet! oh, boundlessness of bliss!
What true delight can be compared with this?
  For this is the true God!

The Son of God is come!
Faithful and true is our divine Creator,
Faithful and true our loving Mediator,
Gracious and merciful for all our sinning,
Loving us to the end from the beginning.
Tell out this gospel-joy so simply grand,
Send the good tidings to each needy land,
From east to west ring out God's mighty call
The truth, the invitation is for all
  From the true, faithful God!