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     He lives! he’s risen from the dead!

       To every man I shout;

     His presence over us is spread,

       Goes with us in and out.

     To each I say it; each apace

       His comrades telleth too—

     That straight will dawn in every place

       The heavenly kingdom new.

     Now, to the new mind, first appears

       The world a fatherland;

     A new life men receive, with tears

       Of rapture, from his hand.

     Down into deepest gulfs of sea

       Grim Death hath sunk away;

     And now each man with holy glee,

       Can face his coming day.

     The darksome road that he hath gone

       Leads out on heaven’s floor:

     Who heeds the counsel of the Son

       Enters the Father’s door.

     Down here weeps no one any more

       For friend that shuts his eyes;

     For, soon or late, the parting sore

       Will change to glad surprise.

     And now to every friendly deed

       Each heart will warmer glow;

     For many a fold the fresh-sown seed

       In lovelier fields will blow.

     He lives—will sit beside our hearths,

       The greatest with the least;

     Therefore this day shall be our Earth’s

       Glad Renovation-feast.