There’s a gleam of light in the skies of morn,
There’s a great stone rolled from the grave away;
To the wait­ing world there’s a hope new born
Of a joy to last for aye!

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Ten thou­sand voices sound the word
Through gleam­ing courts on high;
The migh­ty One, the ris­en Lord,
Hath gained the vic­to­ry.

There’s an an­gel’s voice that good tid­ings brings,
There is light and peace af­ter Cal­v’ry’s strife;
By the si­lent tomb there’s a gleam of wings:
In the place of death is life.

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There’s a tri­umph song that shall ev­er ring
From the ag­es gone to the years be­fore;
There’s a liv­ing Lord—there’s a ris­en king
Who abides for­ev­er­more.

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