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LII AM THE RESURRECTION AND
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I AM THE RESURRECTION AND
THE LIFE
Dark World, rejoice! The day-spring
Has broke, more bright than when
The star-crown'd Angel chorus
Sang God's good news to men,—
The Lord of Life e'en now
From Death's dim prison
This third day risen,
With victory on His brow
Risen!
Has broke, more bright than when
The star-crown'd Angel chorus
Sang God's good news to men,—
The Lord of Life e'en now
From Death's dim prison
This third day risen,
With victory on His brow
Risen!
O day that seal'd for ever
The hope of hopes to man!
Made Death himself the gateway
To life's immortal span!
That brimm'd with quickening light
The soul's grave-prison,
Whence He had risen,
God's Daystar in His might
Risen!
The hope of hopes to man!
Made Death himself the gateway
To life's immortal span!
That brimm'd with quickening light
The soul's grave-prison,
Whence He had risen,
God's Daystar in His might
Risen!
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For all the million millions
Whirl'd on this roving ball
Since man's creation-morning,
One Lord hath died, for all;
God, yet still Man, He springs
From Death's dim prison,
In glory risen,
With healing on His wings
Risen!
Whirl'd on this roving ball
Since man's creation-morning,
One Lord hath died, for all;
God, yet still Man, He springs
From Death's dim prison,
In glory risen,
With healing on His wings
Risen!
But most who mourn their dearest
Through desolate silent years,
Loved with what utter longing,
And wept for with what tears—
For them the Love that died
Unbars life's prison:—
They see Christ risen,
The loved ones at His side—
Risen!
Through desolate silent years,
Loved with what utter longing,
And wept for with what tears—
For them the Love that died
Unbars life's prison:—
They see Christ risen,
The loved ones at His side—
Risen!
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