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The tomb is empty; would'st thou have it full?
Still sadly clasping the unbreathing clay;
O! weak in faith, O! slow of heart and dull,
To dote on darkness and shut out the day!
The tomb is empty; he who three short days,
After a sorrowing life's long weariness,
Found refuge in this rocky resting place,
Has now ascended to the throne of bliss.
Here lay the Holy One, the Christ of God;
He who for death gave death, and life for life;
Our heavenly kinsman, our true flesh and blood;
Victor for us on hell's dark field of strife.
This was the Bethel where on stony bed,
While angels went and came from morn till even,
Our truer Jacob laid his weary head;
This was to him the very gate of heaven.
The Conqueror, not the conquered, lie to whom
The keys of death and of the grave belong,
Crossed the cold threshold of the stranger's tomb,
To spoil the spoiler and to bind the strong.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BIRMINGHAM
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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1834
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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