The Lord is ris­en—thro’ the gloom
That dark­ens round the sac­red tomb,
I hear an­gel­ic voices say,
We rolled the guard­ing stone away.

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The Lord is ris­en, O my soul,
What waves of glo­ry round thee roll;
No long­er wilt thou droop­ing stay,
The Lord is ris­en, come away.

And forth He came, the Lord of all,
He cast aside Death’s icy thrall,
And by that won­drous vic­to­ry,
He gave im­mor­tal life to thee.

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The night is ov­er, and the light
Of day’s sweet dawn­ing grow­eth bright;
Behold thy Lord, thy Sav­ior, king!
What joy to earth this day doth bring.

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