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        Aria  
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          1. Awake, my heart, with gladness, 
          See what today is done, 
          Now after gloom and sadness 
          Comes forth the glorious Sun! 
          My Savior there was laid 
          Where our bed must be made 
          When to the realms of light 
          Our spirit wings its flight. 
        2. The Foe 
          in triumph shouted 
          When Christ lay in the tomb, 
          But, lo, he now is routed, 
          His boast is turned to gloom. 
          For Christ again is free; 
          In glorious victory 
          He who is strong to save 
          Has triumphed o'er the grave. 
        3. Upon 
          the grave is standing 
          The Hero, looking 'round; 
          The Foe, no more withstanding, 
          His weapons on the ground 
          Throws down, his hellish power 
          To Christ he must give o'er 
          And to the Victor's bands 
          Must yield his feet and hands. 
        4. This 
          is a sight that gladdens; 
          What peace it doth impart! 
          Now nothing ever saddens 
          The joy within my heart; 
          No gloom shall ever shake, 
          No foe shall ever take, 
          The hope which God's own Son 
          In love for me hath won. 
           
          5. Now hell, its prince, the devil, 
          Of all their power are shorn; 
          Now I am safe from evil, 
          And sin I laugh to scorn. 
          Grim death with all his might 
          Cannot my soul affright; 
          He is a powerless form, 
          Howe'er he rave and storm. 
        6. The world 
          against me rageth, 
          Its fury I disdain; 
          Though bitter war it wageth, 
          Its work is all in vain. 
          My heart from care is free, 
          No trouble troubles me. 
          Misfortune now is play, 
          And night is bright as day. 
        7. Now I 
          will cling forever 
          To Christ, my Savior true; 
          My Lord will leave me never, 
          Whate'er He passes through. 
          He rends Death's iron chain, 
          He breaks through sin and pain, 
          He shatters hell's dark thrall, 
          I follow through it all. 
        8. To halls 
          of heavenly splendor 
          With Him I penetrate; 
          And trouble ne'er may hinder 
          Nor make me hesitate. 
          Let tempests rage at will, 
          My Savior shields me still; 
          He grants abiding peace 
          And bids all tumult cease. 
           
          9. He brings me to the portal 
          That leads to bliss untold 
          Whereon this rime immortal 
          Is found in script of gold: 
          "Who there My cross hath shared 
          Finds here a crown prepared; 
          Who there with Me has died 
          Shall here be glorified."  |