| Not a word was heard
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| At the tomb that day
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| Just shuffling of soldiers feet
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| As they guarded the grave
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| One day, two days
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| Three days had past
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| Could it be that Jesus
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| Breathed His last?
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| Could it be that His Father
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| Had forsaken him?
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| Turned his back on his son
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| Dispising our sin
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| All hell seemed to whisper
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| «Just forget Him, He’s dead.»
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| Then the Father looked down
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| To his son and he said.
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| Arise, My love
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| Arise, My love
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| The grave no longer
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| Has a hold on you
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| No more death’s sting
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| No more suffering
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| Arise… Arise…my love
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| The Earth trembled
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| And the tomb began to shake
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| And like lightening
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| From Heaven the stone was rolled away
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| And as dead man
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| The guards they all stood there in fright
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| As the power of love
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| Displayed its might
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| Then suddenly a melody
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| Filled the air
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| Riding wings of wind
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| It was everywhere
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| The words all creation
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| Had been longing to hear
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| The sweet sound of victory
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| So loud and clear
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| Arise, my love
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| Arise, my love
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| The grave no longer has a hold on you
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| No more death’s sting
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| No more suffering
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| Arise… arise…
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| Sin, where are your shackles?
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| Death, where is your sting?
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| Hell; |
| has been defeated
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| The grave could not hold the king
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| Arise, My love
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| Arise, My love
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| The grave no longer
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| Has a hold on you
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| No more death’s sting
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| No more suffering
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| Arise… Arise…Arise |