John Brownlie
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ως ηγερθη ο κυριος, θανατωσας τον θανατον
| Glorious from the field of strife, Lo! the Victor mounts His throne; Lord of death and King of life, His the triumph, His alone-- Glorious from the field of strife, Christ, Immortal King of Life. | | Wake to gladness, sons of men! Heaven, your gates eternal raise! Welcome to your bliss again Him, the worthiest of praise-- Glorious from the field of strife, Christ, Immortal King of Life. | | 140 Ah, the rage of angry foes! Ah, the garments rolled in blood! Where were dealt the fiercest blows, There the valiant Victor stood-- Glorious on the field of strife, Christ, Immortal King of Life. | | Sin and death--the twain assailed, And the Christ expiring fell; But the Death o'er death prevailed, And the might of sin and hell; Victor from the field of strife, Hail! Immortal King of Life. | |