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Low in the grave He sleeps,
Cold in the tomb,
Now o’er my Savior sweeps
Death’s sable gloom.
Hark! I hear an angel voice:
“He is not here, He’s risen.”
Glory! glory! shout the joyful strain!
Christ is risen, evermore to reign!
Hallelujah! shout with every breath!
Christ has triumphed over death.
Closed are His pilgrim toils,
Suffering one,
Death now around Him coils
God’s only Son.
Hark! I hear an angel voice:
“He is not here, He’s risen.”
Glory! glory! shout the joyful strain!
Christ is risen, evermore to reign!
Hallelujah! shout with every breath!
Christ has triumphed over death.
Just as the dawn is seen,
With anxious feet
Comes Mary Magdalene
With spices sweet.
Hark! I hear an angel voice:
“He is not here, He’s risen.”
Glory! glory! shout the joyful strain!
Christ is risen, evermore to reign!
Hallelujah! shout with every breath!
Christ has triumphed over death.
Jesus has conquered death,
Shout the glad strain!
Burst He its mighty bars,
Risen to reign.
Hark! I hear an angel voice:
“He is not here, He’s risen.”
Glory! glory! shout the joyful strain!
Christ is risen, evermore to reign!
Hallelujah! shout with every breath!
Christ has triumphed over death.
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