At dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. Matthew 28:1
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As the dawn was calmly breaking,
On that glorious Easter day,
The great truth in mystery shrouded,
Proved a blest reality.
Jesus Christ the wondrous Prophet
Who had died upon the tree,
Now had vanquished death—victorious,
And thus set the captive free.
Oh, spread the message far and wide:
Jesus lives and reigns on high;
He has vanquished His last foe
In His earth-life here below
And is coming soon, but never more to die.
Hark! the verdant earth is quaking,
Under Heav’n’s potential sway;
For Jehovah’s faithful angel
Came and rolled the stone away.
He is risen, was the message,
And again the angel said,
Why come ye to see the living,
Here among the silent dead?
As they left in fear and trembling,
There was one who lingered long,
And she stood and wept for sorrow,
Close beside that vacant tomb.
But her tears to glad fruition
Changed, when Jesus met her there,
For His loving voice so gentle,
Soon subdued her vain despair.
Hallelujah! Christ has risen,
Victor o’er that dark domain.
Earthly foes could not subdue Him,
Tho’ His body they had slain.
I’m the life and resurrection,
Was the saying that He kept;
For from death He rose victorious,
The first fruits of them that slept.