| See, what a morning, gloriously bright
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| With the dawning of hope in Jerusalem
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| Folded the grave-clothes, tomb filled with light
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| As the angels announce, «Christ is risen»
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| See God’s salvation plan
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| Wrought in love, borne in pain, paid in sacrifice
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| Fulfilled in Christ, the man
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| For He lives, Christ is risen from the dead
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| See Mary weeping, «Where is He laid?»
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| As in sorrow she turns from the empty tomb
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| Hears a voice speaking, calling her name
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| It’s the Master, the Lord raised to life again
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| The voice that spans the years
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| Speaking life, stirring hope, bringing peace to us
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| Will sound till He appears
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| For He lives, Christ is risen from the dead
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| One with the Father, Ancient of Days
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| Through the Spirit who clothes faith with certainty
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| Honor and blessing, glory and praise
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| To the King crowned with pow’r and authority
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| And we are raised with Him
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| Death is dead, love has won, Christ has conquered
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| And we shall reign with Him
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| For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead |