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LIfe to give life, deprived is of Life,
And Death display'd hath Ensigne against Death;
So violent the Rigour was of Death,
That nought could daunt it but the Life of Life:
No Power had Pow'r to thrall Lifes Pow'rs to Death,
But willingly Life down hath laid Life,
Love gave the wound which wrought this worke of Death,
His Bow and Shafts were of the Tree of Life.
Now quakes the Author of eternall Death,
To find that they whom late he rest of Life,
Shall fill his Roome above the lists of Death,
Now all rejoyce in Death who hope for Life.
Dead Jesus lies, who Death hath kill'd by Death,
No Tombe his Tombe is, but new Source of Life.