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CHRIST'S RESURRECTION.
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Our LORD is Risen; and the Powerful GraveHolds him no longer; He hath made his way
Even through the Gates of Death, that He might save
His Heav'nly Flesh from turning into Clay.
The Grave knew not whom he had taken; when
He saw who 'twas, he let Him out agen.
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Upon this Day the SUN's Creator Rose,And the Eternal LIFE came from the Dead:
He that made Ours, did His blest Eyes Unclose,
And saw the Place where his own Corps were lay'd.
Death Conquer'd thus, He lay'd his Grave-Cloaths by,
As Trophees of his Signal Victory.
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I know not whether may more strange be thought,For GOD to Die, or MAN to Rise agen:
Our Holy JESUS made both True: He Fought
The Lion Death even in the Grave, his Den.
And thus he Enter'd the Strong Bounds of Fate,
Not as Led Captive, but to Captivate.
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The King of Terrors now has lost his Power,And is become a Servant unto all,
Who will but imitate their SAVIOUR,
Who made a Triumph of his Funerall.
And now Hee's up, me thinks I hear him Say
To all that Die in Him, Rise, come away.
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