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THE TOMB OF CHRIST




Here shall death's triumph end; the rock-barred door
Is opened wide, and the great prisoner gone;
Look round and see, upon the vacant floor,
The napkin and the grave-clothes lie alone.


Yes: death's last hope, his strongest fort and prison,
Is shattered, never to be built again;
And he, the mighty captive, he is risen,
Leaving behind the gate, the bar, the chain.


Yes: he is risen who is the First and Last,
Who was and is, who liveth and was dead;
Beyond the reach of death he now has passed,
Of the one glorious Church the glorious Head.


On, piercing gospel, on: of every heart,
In every latitude, thou ownest the key;
From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start,
With all their treasures first unlocked by thee.


Spread, mighty gospel, spread thy soaring wings;
Gather thy scattered ones from every land:
Call home the wanderers to the King of kings;
Proclaim them all thine own: 'tis Christ's command.

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LYRICS
Meter: 10 10 10 10
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      MUSIC
      Name: EVENTIDE
      Meter: 10 10 10 10
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1861
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