Low in the grave He sleeps,
Cold in the tomb;
Now o’er my Sav­ior sweeps
Death’s sa­ble gloom;

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Hark! I hear an an­gel voice:
He is not here, He’s ris­en.
Glory, glo­ry! shout the joy­ful strain!
Christ is ris­en, ev­er­more to reign!
Hallelujah! shout with ev­ery breath!
Christ has tri­umphed over death.

Closed are His pil­grim toils,
Suffering One;
Death now around Him coils,
God’s on­ly Son.

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Just as the dawn is seen,
With anx­ious feet,
Comes Ma­ry Mag­da­lene,
With spic­es sweet.

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Jesus has con­quered death,
Shout the glad strain!
Bursted its migh­ty bars,
Risen to reign.

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