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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - From Faust - III. Chorus Of Angels
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CHRIST is arisen!

Mortal, all hail!
Thou, of Earth`s prison

Dreary and frail,
Bursting the veil,

Proudly hast risen!

CHORUS OF WOMEN.

Rich spices and myrrh,

To embalm Him we brought;
His corpse to inter

His true followers sought.
In pure cerements shrin`d,

`Twas placed in the bier
But, alas! we now find

That Christ is not here.

CHORUS OF ANGELS.

Christ is arisen!

Speechless His love.
Who to Earth`s prison

Came from above,
Trials to prove.

Now is He risen!

CHORUS OF YOUTHS.

Death`s gloomy portal

Now hath He rended,--
Living, immortal,

Heavenward ascended;
Freed from His anguish,

Sees He God`s throne;
We still must languish,

Earthbound, alone.
Now that He`s reft us,

Heart-sad we pine;
Why hast Thou left us,

Master divine?

CHORUS OF ANGELS.


Christ is arisen,

  Death hath He slain;

Burst ye your prison,

  Rend ye each chain!

Songs of praise lead ye,--

Love to show, heed ye,--

Hungry ones feed ye,--

Preaching, on speed ye,--

Coming joys plead ye,--
Then is the Master near,
Then is He here!
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