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