Note 10 — XIX.
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Lo, the gates of death are broken, And the strong man armed is spoiled, Of his armour, which he trusted, By the stronger Arm despoiled. Vanquished is the Prince of Hell; Smitten by the cross, he fell. That the sinner might not perish, For him the Creator dies; By whose death, our dark lot changing, Life again for us doth rise,