The day was dark, and all
Seemed lost when to the tomb
They bore the form of Christ the cru­ci­fied.
Loved ones hoped that He would reign—
But their hopes were all in vain,
For they saw Him as up­on the cross He died.

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But there dawned a re­sur­rect­ion morn so fair,
When the Sav­ior rose from out the tomb;
For the an­gels came and rolled the stone away,
And today is ban­ished all earth’s gloom.

The stone be­fore the door
Was set and firm­ly sealed—
A guard was placed to watch by night and day,
For they feared that from the dead
He would rise as He had said,
Or per­chance His own would spir­it Him away.

Refrain

Oh, sad and lone­ly ones to­day,
Look up! re­joice!
The emp­ty tomb with prais­es may re­sound,
Over mount­ain, hill and plain,
Let there ring the glad re­frain,
Bringing hope and cheer wher­ev­er man is found.

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