Love's redeeming work is done, fought the fight, the battle won.
Death in vain forbids Him rise; Christ has opened paradise.
Lives again our glorious King; where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save, where thy victory, O grave?
Soar we now where Christ has led, following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise, ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
Alleluia!
-- Charles Wesley
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