Morning breaks upon the tomb
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Morning breaks upon the tomb,Jesus scatters all its gloom;Day of triumph through the skies,See the glorious Saviour rise.
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Ye who are of death afraid,Triumph in the scattered shade;Drive your anxious cares away;See the place where Jesus lay.
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Christian, dry your flowing tears;Chase your unbelieving fears;Look on his deserted grave;Doubt no more his power to save.