There’s a gleam of light in the skies of morn,
There’s a great stone rolled from the grave away;
To the waiting world there’s a hope new born
Of a joy to last for aye!

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Ten thousand voices sound the word
Through gleaming courts on high;
The mighty One, the risen Lord,
Hath gained the victory.

There’s an angel’s voice that good tidings brings,
There is light and peace after Calv’ry’s strife;
By the silent tomb there’s a gleam of wings:
In the place of death is life.

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There’s a triumph song that shall ever ring
From the ages gone to the years before;
There’s a living Lord—there’s a risen king
Who abides forevermore.

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