| Oh Mary, Oh Mary, Oh Mary don’t you weep
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| Oh Martha, oh Martha, Martha don’t you moan
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| For though they persue you, they never will catch you
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| The horse and the rider are sinking like a stone
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| For Pharoah’s army, hook line and sinker
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| Are drowning in the sea
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| The torn temple veil, the invitation for you and for me
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| The ancient of days provides the grain for the harvest
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| 'till we’re bringing in the sheeves
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| Look to the day, when he will wipe away all of our tears
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| Oh Mary, don’t you weep
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| Oh Mary, dear mother, or Mary don’t you weep
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| Oh Mary, dear Magdalene, Mary don’t you moan
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| For though the grave holds Him, it never could keep Him
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| He’s died, now He’s rising, now ascending to His throne
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| The ancient of days provides the grain for the harvest
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| 'till we’re bringing in the sheeves
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| Look to the day, when he will wipe away all of our tears
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| Oh Mary, don’t you weep
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| Oh Mary, Oh Mary, Oh Mary don’t you weep
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| Oh Martha, oh Martha, Martha don’t you moan
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| For though they persue you, they never will catch you
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| The horse and the rider are sinking like a stone |