| Hallelujah, Christ has risen
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| To raise the down-trodden
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| Death itself has found its ending
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| The lynched man breathes again
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| Rich man, rich man, strive no longer
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| Bow through the needle’s eye
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| Enter, enter, the land of promise
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| The peace you cannot sell nor buy
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| Lay your treasures at the feet of
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| The child who came for us
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| Oh, great love is a fragile thing
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| That raises the dead in us
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| Wise man, wise man, follow the stars
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| Drink wisdom at a child’s feet
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| Children, children, find your power
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| At your songs, the angels weep
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| Daughter, daughter, find your beauty
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| No longer through the eyes of man
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| Dance with might through rows of bondage
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| You were loved before the world began
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| Lay your treasures at the feet of
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| The child who came for us
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| Oh, great love is a fragile thing
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| That raises the dead in us |