Poems (Waldenburg)/Easter Song

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EASTER SONG.
O rejoice thee now, my soul, For thy mourning days are o'er;Back the heavy stone doth roll From the sepulchre's dread door.
Lo! Thy Lord again doth rise, And thou shalt from sin be free;He endured death's mysteries That He thus might ransom thee.
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Brightly breaks the golden morn With its promise and its word;Soul, arise thee with its dawn And mount upward to thy Lord.

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