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Jesus leaves his throne on high,
To save a ruined race;
Lo, he condescends to die,
And take the sinner’s place:
In deep slumbers see him borne
To the tomb, but soon he wakes;
On the third the glorious morn,
Death’s iron bands he breaks.
Soldiers at the entry stand,
The sacred place to guard;
But behold, the time’s at hand,
The tomb must be unbarred:
Angels roll the stone away,
While the watchers’ eyes are sealed,
Death reluctant yields his prey,
And Jesus stands revealed.
Raise, ye saints, your joyful eyes,
The victory is yours;
Jesus endless bliss secures:
He the first-fruits from the grave,
Gives a pledge of all to come:
Trust in him, whose power to save
Shall bring you safely home.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 7 7 7 6
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 28:2; 1 Co 15:20;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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AMSTERDAM
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 7 7 7 6
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Dates:
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1742
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 114 | No key | | # 278 | F | | # 122 | G | | # 101 | G | | # 501 | G | | # 17 | G | | # 91 | G | | # 204 | F | | # 455 | A | | # 361 | F |
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