With harp, and with trum­pet, and all that is glo­ri­ous
Now sound we His tri­umph, the King who shall reign,
The Lord who is ris­en, ex­alt­ed, vic­tor­ious,
The Sav­ior whom death hath no power to en­chain.

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With harp, and with trum­pet, and all that is glo­ri­ous,
Now sound we His tri­umph, the King who shall reign!

Fear not!—’mid the joy-bells of Eas­ter­tide call­ing
He speak­eth anew, giv­ing rest to the heart;
Still, still, like the dew up­on lily flow­ers fall­ing,
His com­fort, His strength, doth the Mas­ter im­part.

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O bells of the spring­tide, O chim­ings of glo­ry,
On East­er Day ring over hill­side and plain;
Tell, tell once again of the won­der­ful sto­ry,
The Sav­ior is ris­en, let all swell the strain.

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