There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from Heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it.@Matthew 28:2

John H. Hopkins, Jr. (1820-1891) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John H. Hopkins, Jr. (1820-1891)

Early ere the dawn of the morning,
After the earthquake thunder—
By the tomb, now empty and open,
Jesus had burst asunder—
Angels of light sat clothèd in white,
And singing with all their might—

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He that was slain, now risen again,
Forever shall reign, Alleluia.

Weeping now the women draw nigh them,
Spices and ointment bringing;
See them start, and, thrilling with rapture,
List to the angels singing—
Be of good cheer, for He is not here,
But risen and standeth near.

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Go, say they, and tell the Eleven,
If they would gladly greet Him,
Soon from hence to Galilee going,
There shall they surely meet Him.

Hearing it, lo! with joy they o’erflow,
And sing as they homeward go—

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Wond’ring, doubting, hoping and fearing,
All the day long they trembled;
Till His Peace be with you was breathèd
On the Elev’n assembled;
Joyfully then they worship again,
And swell the loud Easter strain:

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Easter day is come in its glory;
Sing, brothers, Alleluia;
Saints triumphant join in the chorus,
Echoing, Alleluia.
Angels on high resound thro’ the sky
Eternally Alleluia.

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