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Eternal King of realms on high,
Creator of the heaven's span,
Who with the Father equally
Didst reign before the worlds began:
Anon, when Satan's envious will
Had warped our nature, Thou didst take
This mortal flesh, with sov'reign skill,
The form Thou madest to remake.
Thou camest from a Virgin's womb;
A grave new sealed was once Thy bed;
Thou bid'st us now from out the tomb
Rise with Thy rising from the dead.
O Jesus, Paschal joy of minds,
Give us heart's rest throughout the years;
Let not the souls Thy love doth raise
From sin's enslavement ever fear.
Eternal glory be to Thee,
O Father, with the Paraclete,
And to Thy resurrected Son,
Who all in three do rule as One.