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When I the lonely tomb survey,
Where once my Saviour deigned to lie,
I see fulfilled what prophets say,
And all the power of death defy.
This empty tomb shall now proclaim,
How weak the bands of conquered death;
Sweet pledge! that all who trust his name,
Shall rise and draw immortal breath!
Our surety, freed, declares us free,
For whose offences he was seized;
In his release, our own we see,
And shout to view Jehovah pleased.
Jesus, once numbered with the dead,
Unseals his eyes to sleep no more;
And ever lives their cause to plead,
For whom the pains of death he bore.
Thy risen head, my soul, behold!
See the rich diadem he wears;
Thou too shall bear a harp of gold,
To crown thy joy when he appears.
'Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My flesh for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.'
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 28:6;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 46 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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FEDERAL STREET
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1832
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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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| # 83 | F | | # 317 | F | | # 291 | F | | # 480 | G | | # 598 | G | | # 376 | G | | # 389 | G |
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