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v.1 CHe died! Csus4The Cgreat RedFeeGmer Cdied, v.2 Come, Saints, and drop a tear or two v.3 Here's love and grief beyond degree; v.4 The rising Lord forsook the tomb. And FIsraeG7l's Cadd9 daughCteCmaj7rs Dsus4wept D6aroGund. For him who groaned beneath your load; The Lord of glory died for men. In vain the tomb forbade him rise. A Dm soA11lemnDm Cdarkness Dm veA11iledDm Gthe Csky; He shed a thousand drops for you, But lo! what sudden joys were heard! Cherubic legions guard him home A CsuGddGadd9en CtremblFing CshCsus4ook Gthe Csus4groundC. A thousand drops of precious blood. The Lord, though dead, revived again. And shout him welcome to the skies.