The morning kindles all the sky
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The morning kindles all the sky,The heavens resound with anthems highThe shining angels, as they speed,Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed!"
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Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred,While Roman warriors stood on guard.Majestic from the spoiled tombIn pomp of triumph, he has come!
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When the amazed disciples heard,Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred;Their Lord's beloved face to see,Eager they haste to Galilee.
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His piercèd hands to them he shows,His face with love's own radiance glows;They with the angels' message speed,And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!"
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O Christ, thou King compassionate!Our hearts possess, on thee we wait;Help us to render praises due,To thee the endless ages through!