To the tomb so chill and lone­ly,
Friendly hands the Sav­ior bore;
When His foes had cru­ci­fied Him,
And when they could mock no more,
Then a guard of Ro­man soldiers
By the spot were made to stay,
Lest, they said, that His dis­ci­ples
Should His bo­dy take away!

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Mighty Sav­ior! We adore Thee,
We Thy re­sur­rect­ion own;
We will love, and we will serve Thee,
We will make Thy good­ness known.

Jesus had to His dis­ci­ples
Clearly His own death fore­told;
And that death had pow­er on­ly
For three days His form to hold;
And just when the time was end­ed,
Lo! new life the Sav­ior found,
And the sol­diers all were fright­ened,
And like dead men fell around.

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Jesus has in truth aris­en,
He was seen to ma­ny eyes;
And He lives, our me­di­at­or,
In the heav’n­ly pa­ra­dise;
We shall live be­cause He liv­eth,
We shall see His bless­èd face,
Thro’ the flight of end­less ages,
Sinners saved by match­less grace.

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