Soft the ev­en­ing bells are ring­ing,
Night her sa­ble shade is fling­ing,
Death with dread­ful grip is cling­ing,
To the form with­in the tomb.

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Angels of light watch thro’ the night!
Waiting the glo­ri­ous dawn­ing,
Knowing full well, sin, death and hell,
Vanquished will be in the morn­ing.

Roman guards their vi­gils keep­ing,
Birds on dew-gemmed bough are sleep­ing
Broken heart­ed Ma­ry’s weeping,
While the King sleeps sweet­ly on.

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See the arm­èd sen­tries shak­ing!
Lo, the seal­èd tomb is break­ing.
And the Lord to life is wak­ing!
Yea, He com­eth forth in might!

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